1. |
Open Season
03:07
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You’ve said how many times
I just can’t believe
You’re out drunk with your friends
Came home and made a scene
So I’m a jerk, yeah
What do you want from me
No apologies
I don’t care if you leave
I ran out of lines
Broke your heart
For the last time
Open season
You know she’s leaving
Dodging bullets
Got to nowhere to hide
Open season
I’ve got a feeling
My girlfriend
Won’t be coming back this time
I met somebody new
I hope you’ll never meet
Met about a week ago
And she’s so in love with me
But I’m a jerk, yeah
You’re still slagging me
No apologies
Why don’t you get up and leave
I ran out of lines
Broke your heart
For the last time
Open season
You know she’s leaving
Dodging bullets
Got to nowhere to hide
Open season
I’ve got a feeling
My girlfriend
Won’t be coming back this time
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2. |
Lost No More
03:10
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We were seventeen
When you came to me
Lost without a friend
You didn’t know
Where else to go
Thought it was the end
I remember everything
Like it was yesterday
It comes to me once again
You my friend
Are not lost no more
I won’t let you forget me now
You my friend
Are not lost no more
I won’t let you forget who you are
You said some things
To my surprise
Opened up my eyes
Seventeen
How can you mean
You’re gonna say goodbye
I remember everything
Like it was yesterday
It comes to me once again
You my friend
Are not lost no more
I won’t let you forget me now
You my friend
Are not lost no more
I won’t let you forget who you are
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3. |
I Really Hate You
03:09
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I think that its time to rewind
I don’t care even if you mind
I can’t get it out of my head
All the shitty things that you said
You really bother me sometimes
And that’s how it goes
I can’t let it go
I really hate you
I really hate you so bad
I really hate you so bad that I’m miserable
And when you play games with me
And when you tell me how to be
Treat me like accessories
A tier below your jewelry
You can smother me sometimes
And that’s how it goes
Time to let you know
I really hate you
I really hate you so bad
I really hate you so bad that I’m miserable
I bet you’ll miss me when I’m gone
I fucking know you will
I hope you cry on and on and on and on
I really hate you
I really hate you so bad
I really hate you so bad that I’m miserable
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4. |
Imperfect for Each Other
02:59
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Its like night and day
We have nothing left to say
Different shades of grey
But I can’t keep myself away
Fight like we’re enemies
Love like its poetry
Leaving’s the only thing you know
I can’t let you go
We don’t fit
And that’s the beauty of it
Perfect for another
Cause we’re imperfect for each other
Come around your house
You were walking out the door
I said, “Its been so long. I miss you”
You said I’ll have to wait some more
Fight like we’re enemies
Love like its poetry
Leaving’s the only thing you know
I can’t let you go
We don’t fit
And that’s the beauty of it
Perfect for another
Cause we’re imperfect for each other
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decoded Los Angeles, California
Decoded was conceived in Los Angeles in 2012 & is comprised of Derek Jordan (Vocals and Guitar) and Heather Miller
(Drums).
With pop arrangements, catchy hooks and added elements of grunge, blues, classic rock, lounge, Native American influenced rhythms and melodies, they grab your attention with songs that create their own sonic niche in the flooded landscape of sub-genres.
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