[{"id":11034611,"name":"Exile","trackName":"Exile","artistName":"Spit Syndicate","albumName":"Exile","duration":171.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"One – NL\nShe said I gotta get away from it,\nDreams of an escape from it,\nWon't let this city get another day from her,\nTakes solace in the cloak of night, like grave robbers,\nScanning each face like an enemy of the state,\nWatches the world around her in a steady decline\nDetached from it all, yet her mind is heavy.\nCartographers couldn't sketch the lines,\nOf the place she's going, nah, they'll never find her,\nDeath styles of the young and the beautiful,\nNightclub cubicles, Cocaine cuticles,\nBut the glitter don't soothe her soul,\nShe feels lost like Rufio, Waiting on her cue to go,\nShe might've found it,\nPlays it loud until it drowns it,\nOut, and the neighbours come around,\nThis is something that you should know,\nProjectiles for the dutiful, Exile: soon she'll go.Two – JB\nHe said I gotta break free from this head of mine,\nTo where the stars and the road up ahead align,\nFood's good, weather's fine, there's no time like the present right,\nAnd despite the many times he tried to pay it the never mind,\nHe's wearing thin like the set of tyres under him,\nStop signs he pass shine bright like his petrol light,\nCartographers couldn't sketch the lines of the place he's going nah they could never find him,\nDemoted from heaven promoted from hell,\nFor thought crime, doing his time all alone in a cell,\nHe sees it all from his windowsill, lights up with the devil, n blows smoke halo's with the L,\nHe needs a one way flight to bring him back to life,\nA pad and pencil, gather essentials pack light,\nThe irony of pitch black skies on a Sunday, I'ma get up outta here one day.","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Exile\n  artist: Spit Syndicate\n  album: Exile\n  duration_ms: 171000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  One – NL\n  She said I gotta get away from it,\n  Dreams of an escape from it,\n  Won't let this city get another day from her,\n  Takes solace in the cloak of night, like grave robbers,\n  Scanning each face like an enemy of the state,\n  Watches the world around her in a steady decline\n  Detached from it all, yet her mind is heavy.\n  Cartographers couldn't sketch the lines,\n  Of the place she's going, nah, they'll never find her,\n  Death styles of the young and the beautiful,\n  Nightclub cubicles, Cocaine cuticles,\n  But the glitter don't soothe her soul,\n  She feels lost like Rufio, Waiting on her cue to go,\n  She might've found it,\n  Plays it loud until it drowns it,\n  Out, and the neighbours come around,\n  This is something that you should know,\n  Projectiles for the dutiful, Exile: soon she'll go.Two – JB\n  He said I gotta break free from this head of mine,\n  To where the stars and the road up ahead align,\n  Food's good, weather's fine, there's no time like the present right,\n  And despite the many times he tried to pay it the never mind,\n  He's wearing thin like the set of tyres under him,\n  Stop signs he pass shine bright like his petrol light,\n  Cartographers couldn't sketch the lines of the place he's going nah they could never find him,\n  Demoted from heaven promoted from hell,\n  For thought crime, doing his time all alone in a cell,\n  He sees it all from his windowsill, lights up with the devil, n blows smoke halo's with the L,\n  He needs a one way flight to bring him back to life,\n  A pad and pencil, gather essentials pack light,\n  The irony of pitch black skies on a Sunday, I'ma get up outta here one day.\n"},{"id":5025779,"name":"Disruption","trackName":"Disruption","artistName":"Spit Syndicate","albumName":"Exile","duration":250.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Verse 1\nNow in my younger days as a pupil,\nA bright-eyed menace to the faculty, without scruples,\nSpent many a morning outside the office,\nSee I showed promised but my focus wandered,\nIn all sorts of strife I'd find myself,\nCould gone far if I applied myself,\nAnd kept my eyes on the front, eyes on the blackboard,\nLeaning on my chair, throwing smart alec backtalk,\nA lost cause, my mouth got me into some trouble,\nBut it also got me out of a lot more,\nSee I could play their game of high marks and top scores,\nOr make a fine art of the skylark, and what's more.\nI had more off days then I had on,\nI was more concerned with what I had on,\nStacked shitty report cards as my platform,\nTo get higher than if I had gone\nSo what they say?\nSaid if I put as much time as I did into sketching,\nInto etching out a worthwhile direction,\nThen I would learn my lessons and learn to not question,\nOr fill my desk with tags before the test ends, tisk tisk\nI'd be, outta there in 2 flat,\nTie my shoes and be back on my shhh like a library,\nSo I'ma tell you like my teacher told me,\nPay attention or you're gonna be F'd, now they're finally saying A.So we break from your regular viewing, We interrupting,\nIn all great ideas there lies disruption,\nIt's no time to tow the party line,\nThis is no time to tow the party line.\n\nVerse 2\nSee everybody round me broke boundaries,\nWe get up 'cause we ain't down with the powers that be,\nWe fed up that everything ain't always how it seems,\nI ain't sporting every thought that's handed down to me,\nBut yo, we ain't no fuck the 5-0 types,\nStill I question them, like they know something that I don't,\nLearn a lot from raising my right hand,\nBut learnt more from the writers,\nAnd trying not to get jumped on the ride home, right on.\nQuick question, if everybody's too shit scared to test them,\nHow do we get the answers,\nHow do we take it all, if we ain't taking the chances,\nWe don't break, we stay in our stance like break dancers,\nAnd I stand for mine, that's why I put it in my stanzas,\nLike exiled dissidents ducking the propaganda,\nNever leave nothing to chance, nah,\nWe flush your hush money, we're sick of being happy little campers,\nThis is something that my folks have given me,\nThat's why I put the scent of dissent in my soliloquies,\nThat's why you won't catch me high-fiving the dignitaries,\nGotta keep a close eye on the ministry\nNo matter the portrait they hang in the foyer,\nYou must watch your back like you're hanging with lawyers,\nThe weed smoke, the pangs of paranoia,\nBut keeping your mouth shut can destroy ya.So we break from your regular viewing, We interrupting,\nIn all great ideas there lies disruption,\nIt's no time to tow the party line,\nThis is no time to tow the party line.\n\nVerse 3\nFrom the ghettoes of war-town Warsaw,\nTo portfolios of Warhol, screens of Miss Monroe,\nJimmy Hendrix, Sex Pistols, The Clash\nJamaica to a Bronx Basement and back,\nGraffiti Taskforce, Year two thou,\nClean up the city acts, saw hardcore writers hit harder than before,\nThe rum rebellion, the BLF and more,\nAny change brought forward from disruptive thought,\nSee at the heart of creativity lies\nA disruptive disregard for the way that things are done,\nThe way that things look, the way that things sound,\nThe way that the world is run,\nAnd it's the same spark, same part of the mind\nThat hears music different, that colours outside of the lines,\nThat answers back, that overthrows governments,\nAnd it's inside each and every one of us.So we break from your regular viewing, We interrupting,\nIn all great ideas there lies disruption,\nIt's no time to tow the party line,\nThis is no time to tow the party line.","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.82] Verse 1\n[00:02.37] Now in my younger days as a pupil,\n[00:11.01] A bright-eyed menace to the faculty, without scruples,\n[00:13.85] Spent many a morning outside the office,\n[00:16.59] See I showed promised but my focus wandered,\n[00:19.33] In all sorts of strife I'd find myself,\n[00:21.39] Could gone far if I applied myself,\n[00:23.95] And kept my eyes on the front, eyes on the blackboard,\n[00:26.26] Leaning on my chair, throwing smart alec backtalk,\n[00:28.71] A lost cause, my mouth got me into some trouble,\n[00:31.68] But it also got me out of a lot more,\n[00:33.87] See I could play their game of high marks and top scores,\n[00:36.30] Or make a fine art of the skylark, and what's more.\n[00:38.81] I had more off days then I had on,\n[00:41.10] I was more concerned with what I had on,\n[00:43.52] Stacked shitty report cards as my platform,\n[00:45.99] To get higher than if I had gone\n[00:47.96] So what they say?\n[00:49.02] Said if I put as much time as I did into sketching,\n[00:50.93] Into etching out a worthwhile direction,\n[00:53.55] Then I would learn my lessons and learn to not question,\n[00:56.30] Or fill my desk with tags before the test ends, tisk tisk\n[00:58.51] I'd be, outta there in 2 flat,\n[01:00.94] Tie my shoes and be back on my shhh like a library,\n[01:03.70] So I'ma tell you like my teacher told me,\n[01:05.54] Pay attention or you're gonna be F'd, now they're finally saying A.So we break from your regular viewing, We interrupting,\n[01:10.62] In all great ideas there lies disruption,\n[01:13.17] It's no time to tow the party line,\n[01:15.32] This is no time to tow the party line.\n[01:17.63] Verse 2\n[01:18.02] See everybody round me broke boundaries,\n[01:40.03] We get up 'cause we ain't down with the powers that be,\n[01:42.61] We fed up that everything ain't always how it seems,\n[01:45.04] I ain't sporting every thought that's handed down to me,\n[01:47.38] But yo, we ain't no fuck the 5-0 types,\n[01:49.70] Still I question them, like they know something that I don't,\n[01:52.48] Learn a lot from raising my right hand,\n[01:54.78] But learnt more from the writers,\n[01:55.55] And trying not to get jumped on the ride home, right on.\n[01:57.64] Quick question, if everybody's too shit scared to test them,\n[02:00.69] How do we get the answers,\n[02:02.64] How do we take it all, if we ain't taking the chances,\n[02:04.71] We don't break, we stay in our stance like break dancers,\n[02:06.79] And I stand for mine, that's why I put it in my stanzas,\n[02:09.75] Like exiled dissidents ducking the propaganda,\n[02:12.02] Never leave nothing to chance, nah,\n[02:14.02] We flush your hush money, we're sick of being happy little campers,\n[02:16.65] This is something that my folks have given me,\n[02:19.38] That's why I put the scent of dissent in my soliloquies,\n[02:21.84] That's why you won't catch me high-fiving the dignitaries,\n[02:24.58] Gotta keep a close eye on the ministry\n[02:26.54] No matter the portrait they hang in the foyer,\n[02:29.14] You must watch your back like you're hanging with lawyers,\n[02:31.79] The weed smoke, the pangs of paranoia,\n[02:34.00] But keeping your mouth shut can destroy ya.So we break from your regular viewing, We interrupting,\n[02:39.66] In all great ideas there lies disruption,\n[02:41.74] It's no time to tow the party line,\n[02:44.01] This is no time to tow the party line.\n[02:46.93] Verse 3\n[02:47.56] From the ghettoes of war-town Warsaw,\n[03:07.35] To portfolios of Warhol, screens of Miss Monroe,\n[03:10.75] Jimmy Hendrix, Sex Pistols, The Clash\n[03:12.80] Jamaica to a Bronx Basement and back,\n[03:15.66] Graffiti Taskforce, Year two thou,\n[03:18.10] Clean up the city acts, saw hardcore writers hit harder than before,\n[03:20.99] The rum rebellion, the BLF and more,\n[03:22.26] Any change brought forward from disruptive thought,\n[03:25.48] See at the heart of creativity lies\n[03:27.47] A disruptive disregard for the way that things are done,\n[03:30.32] The way that things look, the way that things sound,\n[03:32.82] The way that the world is run,\n[03:34.97] And it's the same spark, same part of the mind\n[03:37.26] That hears music different, that colours outside of the lines,\n[03:39.84] That answers back, that overthrows governments,\n[03:42.96] And it's inside each and every one of us.So we break from your regular viewing, We interrupting,\n[03:47.61] In all great ideas there lies disruption,\n[03:50.36] It's no time to tow the party line,\n[03:52.48] This is no time to tow the party line.\n[03:54.66] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Disruption\n  artist: Spit Syndicate\n  album: Exile\n  duration_ms: 250000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Verse 1\n  start_ms: 1820\n  end_ms: 2370\n- text: Now in my younger days as a pupil,\n  start_ms: 2370\n  end_ms: 11010\n- text: A bright-eyed menace to the faculty, without scruples,\n  start_ms: 11010\n  end_ms: 13850\n- text: Spent many a morning outside the office,\n  start_ms: 13850\n  end_ms: 16590\n- text: See I showed promised but my focus wandered,\n  start_ms: 16590\n  end_ms: 19330\n- text: In all sorts of strife I'd find myself,\n  start_ms: 19330\n  end_ms: 21390\n- text: Could gone far if I applied myself,\n  start_ms: 21390\n  end_ms: 23950\n- text: And kept my eyes on the front, eyes on the blackboard,\n  start_ms: 23950\n  end_ms: 26260\n- text: Leaning on my chair, throwing smart alec backtalk,\n  start_ms: 26260\n  end_ms: 28710\n- text: A lost cause, my mouth got me into some trouble,\n  start_ms: 28710\n  end_ms: 31680\n- text: But it also got me out of a lot more,\n  start_ms: 31680\n  end_ms: 33870\n- text: See I could play their game of high marks and top scores,\n  start_ms: 33870\n  end_ms: 36300\n- text: Or make a fine art of the skylark, and what's more.\n  start_ms: 36300\n  end_ms: 38810\n- text: I had more off days then I had on,\n  start_ms: 38810\n  end_ms: 41100\n- text: I was more concerned with what I had on,\n  start_ms: 41100\n  end_ms: 43520\n- text: Stacked shitty report cards as my platform,\n  start_ms: 43520\n  end_ms: 45990\n- text: To get higher than if I had gone\n  start_ms: 45990\n  end_ms: 47960\n- text: So what they say?\n  start_ms: 47960\n  end_ms: 49020\n- text: Said if I put as much time as I did into sketching,\n  start_ms: 49020\n  end_ms: 50930\n- text: Into etching out a worthwhile direction,\n  start_ms: 50930\n  end_ms: 53550\n- text: Then I would learn my lessons and learn to not question,\n  start_ms: 53550\n  end_ms: 56300\n- text: Or fill my desk with tags before the test ends, tisk tisk\n  start_ms: 56300\n  end_ms: 58510\n- text: I'd be, outta there in 2 flat,\n  start_ms: 58510\n  end_ms: 60940\n- text: Tie my shoes and be back on my shhh like a library,\n  start_ms: 60940\n  end_ms: 63700\n- text: So I'ma tell you like my teacher told me,\n  start_ms: 63700\n  end_ms: 65540\n- text: Pay attention or you're gonna be F'd, now they're finally saying A.So we break from your regular viewing, We interrupting,\n  start_ms: 65540\n  end_ms: 70620\n- text: In all great ideas there lies disruption,\n  start_ms: 70620\n  end_ms: 73170\n- text: It's no time to tow the party line,\n  start_ms: 73170\n  end_ms: 75320\n- text: This is no time to tow the party line.\n  start_ms: 75320\n  end_ms: 77630\n- text: Verse 2\n  start_ms: 77630\n  end_ms: 78020\n- text: See everybody round me broke boundaries,\n  start_ms: 78020\n  end_ms: 100030\n- text: We get up 'cause we ain't down with the powers that be,\n  start_ms: 100030\n  end_ms: 102610\n- text: We fed up that everything ain't always how it seems,\n  start_ms: 102610\n  end_ms: 105040\n- text: I ain't sporting every thought that's handed down to me,\n  start_ms: 105040\n  end_ms: 107380\n- text: But yo, we ain't no fuck the 5-0 types,\n  start_ms: 107380\n  end_ms: 109700\n- text: Still I question them, like they know something that I don't,\n  start_ms: 109700\n  end_ms: 112480\n- text: Learn a lot from raising my right hand,\n  start_ms: 112480\n  end_ms: 114780\n- text: But learnt more from the writers,\n  start_ms: 114780\n  end_ms: 115550\n- text: And trying not to get jumped on the ride home, right on.\n  start_ms: 115550\n  end_ms: 117640\n- text: Quick question, if everybody's too shit scared to test them,\n  start_ms: 117640\n  end_ms: 120690\n- text: How do we get the answers,\n  start_ms: 120690\n  end_ms: 122640\n- text: How do we take it all, if we ain't taking the chances,\n  start_ms: 122640\n  end_ms: 124710\n- text: We don't break, we stay in our stance like break dancers,\n  start_ms: 124710\n  end_ms: 126790\n- text: And I stand for mine, that's why I put it in my stanzas,\n  start_ms: 126790\n  end_ms: 129750\n- text: Like exiled dissidents ducking the propaganda,\n  start_ms: 129750\n  end_ms: 132020\n- text: Never leave nothing to chance, nah,\n  start_ms: 132020\n  end_ms: 134020\n- text: We flush your hush money, we're sick of being happy little campers,\n  start_ms: 134020\n  end_ms: 136650\n- text: This is something that my folks have given me,\n  start_ms: 136650\n  end_ms: 139380\n- text: That's why I put the scent of dissent in my soliloquies,\n  start_ms: 139380\n  end_ms: 141840\n- text: That's why you won't catch me high-fiving the dignitaries,\n  start_ms: 141840\n  end_ms: 144580\n- text: Gotta keep a close eye on the ministry\n  start_ms: 144580\n  end_ms: 146540\n- text: No matter the portrait they hang in the foyer,\n  start_ms: 146540\n  end_ms: 149140\n- text: You must watch your back like you're hanging with lawyers,\n  start_ms: 149140\n  end_ms: 151790\n- text: The weed smoke, the pangs of paranoia,\n  start_ms: 151790\n  end_ms: 154000\n- text: But keeping your mouth shut can destroy ya.So we break from your regular viewing, We interrupting,\n  start_ms: 154000\n  end_ms: 159660\n- text: In all great ideas there lies disruption,\n  start_ms: 159660\n  end_ms: 161740\n- text: It's no time to tow the party line,\n  start_ms: 161740\n  end_ms: 164010\n- text: This is no time to tow the party line.\n  start_ms: 164010\n  end_ms: 166930\n- text: Verse 3\n  start_ms: 166930\n  end_ms: 167560\n- text: From the ghettoes of war-town Warsaw,\n  start_ms: 167560\n  end_ms: 187350\n- text: To portfolios of Warhol, screens of Miss Monroe,\n  start_ms: 187350\n  end_ms: 190750\n- text: Jimmy Hendrix, Sex Pistols, The Clash\n  start_ms: 190750\n  end_ms: 192800\n- text: Jamaica to a Bronx Basement and back,\n  start_ms: 192800\n  end_ms: 195660\n- text: Graffiti Taskforce, Year two thou,\n  start_ms: 195660\n  end_ms: 198100\n- text: Clean up the city acts, saw hardcore writers hit harder than before,\n  start_ms: 198100\n  end_ms: 200990\n- text: The rum rebellion, the BLF and more,\n  start_ms: 200990\n  end_ms: 202260\n- text: Any change brought forward from disruptive thought,\n  start_ms: 202260\n  end_ms: 205480\n- text: See at the heart of creativity lies\n  start_ms: 205480\n  end_ms: 207470\n- text: A disruptive disregard for the way that things are done,\n  start_ms: 207470\n  end_ms: 210320\n- text: The way that things look, the way that things sound,\n  start_ms: 210320\n  end_ms: 212820\n- text: The way that the world is run,\n  start_ms: 212820\n  end_ms: 214970\n- text: And it's the same spark, same part of the mind\n  start_ms: 214970\n  end_ms: 217260\n- text: That hears music different, that colours outside of the lines,\n  start_ms: 217260\n  end_ms: 219840\n- text: That answers back, that overthrows governments,\n  start_ms: 219840\n  end_ms: 222960\n- text: And it's inside each and every one of us.So we break from your regular viewing, We interrupting,\n  start_ms: 222960\n  end_ms: 227610\n- text: In all great ideas there lies disruption,\n  start_ms: 227610\n  end_ms: 230360\n- text: It's no time to tow the party line,\n  start_ms: 230360\n  end_ms: 232480\n- text: This is no time to tow the party line.\n  start_ms: 232480\n  end_ms: 234660\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 234660\nplain: |-\n  Verse 1\n  Now in my younger days as a pupil,\n  A bright-eyed menace to the faculty, without scruples,\n  Spent many a morning outside the office,\n  See I showed promised but my focus wandered,\n  In all sorts of strife I'd find myself,\n  Could gone far if I applied myself,\n  And kept my eyes on the front, eyes on the blackboard,\n  Leaning on my chair, throwing smart alec backtalk,\n  A lost cause, my mouth got me into some trouble,\n  But it also got me out of a lot more,\n  See I could play their game of high marks and top scores,\n  Or make a fine art of the skylark, and what's more.\n  I had more off days then I had on,\n  I was more concerned with what I had on,\n  Stacked shitty report cards as my platform,\n  To get higher than if I had gone\n  So what they say?\n  Said if I put as much time as I did into sketching,\n  Into etching out a worthwhile direction,\n  Then I would learn my lessons and learn to not question,\n  Or fill my desk with tags before the test ends, tisk tisk\n  I'd be, outta there in 2 flat,\n  Tie my shoes and be back on my shhh like a library,\n  So I'ma tell you like my teacher told me,\n  Pay attention or you're gonna be F'd, now they're finally saying A.So we break from your regular viewing, We interrupting,\n  In all great ideas there lies disruption,\n  It's no time to tow the party line,\n  This is no time to tow the party line.\n\n  Verse 2\n  See everybody round me broke boundaries,\n  We get up 'cause we ain't down with the powers that be,\n  We fed up that everything ain't always how it seems,\n  I ain't sporting every thought that's handed down to me,\n  But yo, we ain't no fuck the 5-0 types,\n  Still I question them, like they know something that I don't,\n  Learn a lot from raising my right hand,\n  But learnt more from the writers,\n  And trying not to get jumped on the ride home, right on.\n  Quick question, if everybody's too shit scared to test them,\n  How do we get the answers,\n  How do we take it all, if we ain't taking the chances,\n  We don't break, we stay in our stance like break dancers,\n  And I stand for mine, that's why I put it in my stanzas,\n  Like exiled dissidents ducking the propaganda,\n  Never leave nothing to chance, nah,\n  We flush your hush money, we're sick of being happy little campers,\n  This is something that my folks have given me,\n  That's why I put the scent of dissent in my soliloquies,\n  That's why you won't catch me high-fiving the dignitaries,\n  Gotta keep a close eye on the ministry\n  No matter the portrait they hang in the foyer,\n  You must watch your back like you're hanging with lawyers,\n  The weed smoke, the pangs of paranoia,\n  But keeping your mouth shut can destroy ya.So we break from your regular viewing, We interrupting,\n  In all great ideas there lies disruption,\n  It's no time to tow the party line,\n  This is no time to tow the party line.\n\n  Verse 3\n  From the ghettoes of war-town Warsaw,\n  To portfolios of Warhol, screens of Miss Monroe,\n  Jimmy Hendrix, Sex Pistols, The Clash\n  Jamaica to a Bronx Basement and back,\n  Graffiti Taskforce, Year two thou,\n  Clean up the city acts, saw hardcore writers hit harder than before,\n  The rum rebellion, the BLF and more,\n  Any change brought forward from disruptive thought,\n  See at the heart of creativity lies\n  A disruptive disregard for the way that things are done,\n  The way that things look, the way that things sound,\n  The way that the world is run,\n  And it's the same spark, same part of the mind\n  That hears music different, that colours outside of the lines,\n  That answers back, that overthrows governments,\n  And it's inside each and every one of us.So we break from your regular viewing, We interrupting,\n  In all great ideas there lies disruption,\n  It's no time to tow the party line,\n  This is no time to tow the party line.\n"},{"id":3565997,"name":"Starry Eyed","trackName":"Starry Eyed","artistName":"Spit Syndicate","albumName":"Exile","duration":228.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"1 - Jimmy\nCome on a trip with me let me take you inside a minute,\nThere's room enough for two but your more than welcome to ride with us,\nForget the leather inside just remember to wind down your window,\nI'm speaking to one but there's a million hitch hiking with her,\nA couple of years ago she'd where the clothes that hide her figure,\nNow she'll catch you in traffic at the lights like, hi mister,\nAnd they gon' keep their rev's high just to try and hit her,\nWhat's even worse, I used to look at her like she my sister,\nShe love the bright, love the ice and how the light hit it,\nI tell her it's temporary shine like a light fixture,\nShe told me temporary's fine, I told her I can dig it,\nAt least until she find a diamond that fits,\nShe loved the energy, the chemistry, the dangerous sex,\nSaid home's cold, mum's old, plus she suffers from stress,\nI told her I ain't one to judge, can't knock ya hustle I guess,\nJust keep ya poker face with you when he's onto the next, I told her,\nThat all that glitters ain't gold and rain can turn that chain to rust,\nI said it before I treasure you more when your chain Is tucked,\nShe caught the eye of some other Johnny dangerous,\nN hopped up out the car, how 'bout some change for the bus, c'mon'\n\nYou gotta move on, you'll find out soon enough,\nYou gotta be moving on,\nAnd I hope you find out soon enough.\nI said it's never too late.\n\nTwo - Nick\nAnd it was getting late,\nI was standing in line, out front of the premises,\nWondering if ever this secca would let me enter 'em,\nWhen she caught my attention, as she walked to the entrance,\nAnd then she threw me a grin, like watch me get straight in,\nShe was a little too big for the boots, she's rocking every weekend,\nAnd I can't knock her, was steaming hot, proper conceited,\nDolled up in spots that the dealers often frequent,\nAnything she wants yeah they got it, to see what's underneath 'em,\nStarry-eyed, doing her lines in front of the mirror,\nNormally I'd be right there with her, but tonight saw something bigger,\nThere was something different in her, like a light had suddenly hit her,\nEverything I'd once desired was gone,\nAin't nothing glamorous in what you conceal,\nEven in the flash of the cameras, 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fucking with me\n  start_ms: 68630\n  end_ms: 71380\n- text: And I know, forever lies only in the hearts who believe in it so wherever I go\n  start_ms: 71380\n  end_ms: 74950\n- text: I really do hope that you follow, there's no more pride to swallow\n  start_ms: 74950\n  end_ms: 79450\n- text: Open the blinds up, invite tomorrow, go on and\n  start_ms: 79450\n  end_ms: 81270\n- text: Catch my eye, you can take my heart\n  start_ms: 81270\n  end_ms: 83120\n- text: We put this together, we can take it apart\n  start_ms: 83120\n  end_ms: 91210\n- text: Looking back over the contour lines that we've travelled across this path\n  start_ms: 91210\n  end_ms: 95710\n- text: You can take my hand, wherever I am, 'til dysfunction does us part\n  start_ms: 95710\n  end_ms: 101240\n- text: It does us part, it does us part, 'til dysfunction does us part\n  start_ms: 101240\n  end_ms: 106660\n- text: It does us part, it does us part, 'til dysfunction does us part\n  start_ms: 106660\n  end_ms: 111120\n- text: It does us part, it does us part, 'til dysfunction does us part\n  start_ms: 111120\n  end_ms: 116620\n- text: It does us part, it does us part, it does us part\n  start_ms: 116620\n  end_ms: 132030\n- text: There's a war going on inside, we ain't safe from\n  start_ms: 132030\n  end_ms: 134710\n- text: Shots ring out all up in the place\n  start_ms: 134710\n  end_ms: 137470\n- text: Onto wake these sleeping dogs, they never lay long\n  start_ms: 137470\n  end_ms: 140120\n- text: Never much to do but clutch at days gone\n  start_ms: 140120\n  end_ms: 142830\n- text: We've got enough regrets and memories\n  start_ms: 142830\n  end_ms: 147430\n- text: To scale the fence between best friends and enemies\n  start_ms: 147430\n  end_ms: 150180\n- text: But I don't have the energy, I'm exhausted\n  start_ms: 150180\n  end_ms: 152850\n- text: All that's heavenly eventually slips\n  start_ms: 152850\n  end_ms: 154700\n- text: We've had our differences, but still enough sames\n  start_ms: 154700\n  end_ms: 157350\n- text: To brush the rain off and tuck the frown\n  start_ms: 157350\n  end_ms: 160190\n- text: So we take this winding road, even though\n  start_ms: 160190\n  end_ms: 161980\n- text: This map's been held upside down\n  start_ms: 161980\n  end_ms: 162880\n- text: Because I have seen those very same tears I'm sure\n  start_ms: 162880\n  end_ms: 165580\n- text: Tried to leave but I know I've been here before\n  start_ms: 165580\n  end_ms: 167300\n- text: Sprung the very same leak without a pier to moor\n  start_ms: 167300\n  end_ms: 170030\n- text: When the storm clears, I'ma steer to shore\n  start_ms: 170030\n  end_ms: 172870\n- text: Sweet mistress, bleed me, cut me\n  start_ms: 172870\n  end_ms: 175560\n- text: Leave me, fuck I should be so lucky\n  start_ms: 175560\n  end_ms: 178260\n- text: I know she needs me more than she loves me\n  start_ms: 178260\n  end_ms: 180910\n- text: We fight, we fuck til it's beyond ugly\n  start_ms: 180910\n  end_ms: 183740\n- text: Told me I feel so far away even when she can lean and touch me\n  start_ms: 183740\n  end_ms: 189120\n- text: She don't trust me, and that's two of us\n  start_ms: 189120\n  end_ms: 191870\n- text: We could never walk away and that ruined us\n  start_ms: 191870\n  end_ms: 193610\n- text: Catch my eye, you can take my heart\n  start_ms: 193610\n  end_ms: 199150\n- text: We put this together, we can take it apart\n  start_ms: 199150\n  end_ms: 203680\n- text: Looking back over the contour lines that we've travelled across this path\n  start_ms: 203680\n  end_ms: 209030\n- text: You can take my hand, wherever I am, 'til dysfunction does us part\n  start_ms: 209030\n  end_ms: 213690\n- text: It does us part, it does us part, 'til dysfunction does us part\n  start_ms: 213690\n  end_ms: 218150\n- text: It does us part, it does us part, 'til dysfunction does us part\n  start_ms: 218150\n  end_ms: 224460\n- text: It does us part, it does us part, 'til dysfunction does us part\n  start_ms: 224460\n  end_ms: 229010\n- text: It does us part, it does us part, it does us part\n  start_ms: 229010\n  end_ms: 233580\n- text: Who would have thought that the sun rose that next morning I caught it\n  start_ms: 233580\n  end_ms: 237170\n- text: The cold slept in, Hurt pressed ignore\n  start_ms: 237170\n  end_ms: 238990\n- text: Saw that last night's stars had forgotten to fall\n  start_ms: 238990\n  end_ms: 241610\n- text: And hauled 'em all inside, in my heart I poured\n  start_ms: 241610\n  end_ms: 244400\n- text: And to my surprise I saw, the flowers on the door\n  start_ms: 244400\n  end_ms: 247120\n- text: The welcome mat on the floor of the brand-new door\n  start_ms: 247120\n  end_ms: 249890\n- text: And the reflection of the man that you saw, was no more\n  start_ms: 249890\n  end_ms: 253460\n- text: We can start with hello\n  start_ms: 253460\n  end_ms: 254320\n- text: And I don't know – how we came to stray from the essence\n  start_ms: 254320\n  end_ms: 257040\n- text: But at some stage you must walk away from the wreckage\n  start_ms: 257040\n  end_ms: 260750\n- text: From a stolen kiss on the ride home\n  start_ms: 260750\n  end_ms: 262510\n- text: To fight night, white knuckles and a dial tone\n  start_ms: 262510\n  end_ms: 265210\n- text: And we can laugh and cry until both eyes ache\n  start_ms: 265210\n  end_ms: 267940\n- text: Or scream these walls down for old times' sake\n  start_ms: 267940\n  end_ms: 269800\n- text: But that ain't gonna take us anywhere but here\n  start_ms: 269800\n  end_ms: 272540\n- text: And I hold you too dear to keep you near\n  start_ms: 272540\n  end_ms: 275220\n- text: A bit of weight's been hanging above my head a little lately\n  start_ms: 275220\n  end_ms: 279780\n- text: And it storms, a thousand storms grey up my skies\n  start_ms: 279780\n  end_ms: 283320\n- text: And as I walk down the streets that we used to frequent\n  start_ms: 283320\n  end_ms: 289730\n- text: There's no reprieve from the contour lines\n  start_ms: 289730\n  end_ms: 296020\n- text: A bit of weight's been hanging above my head a little lately\n  start_ms: 296020\n  end_ms: 300630\n- text: And it storms, a thousand storms grey up my skies\n  start_ms: 300630\n  end_ms: 306010\n- text: And as I walk down the streets that we used to frequent\n  start_ms: 306010\n  end_ms: 311440\n- text: There's no reprieve from the contour lines\n  start_ms: 311440\n  end_ms: 315180\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 315180\nplain: |-\n  Said there's a war going on inside, we ain't safe from\n  Walls that we stripped the paint from are talking\n  Autumn leaves sprawled all over the corpse of\n  Yesterday's sun, let's take it from once\n  Upon a time when the incense burned\n  I used to love her here\n  You live and you learn if you're given reprieve\n  But still the pain stays on, like the very same song\n  You used to push repeat on to put me to sleep\n  She's screams 'leave me here, go 'head, go 'head and leave me\"\n  She wept a well of forever, the letter reads\n  You are not allowed to just in and out whoever you please\n  She's tired and I'm trying to set her free\n  But still I remember that blood binds us\n  Forever these cold doors confined us\n  Stop check the clock on my granddad's watch\n  And I watch the two hands stop dead in the breeze\n  Now check it, you ain't gotta tell me I'm selfish mother I know that\n  Even when you're crying it's 'I got somewhere to be'\n  Being that I'm an only child leaving the home\n  Leaving you lonely, there's really fucking with me\n  And I know, forever lies only in the hearts who believe in it so wherever I go\n  I really do hope that you follow, there's no more pride to swallow\n  Open the blinds up, invite tomorrow, go on and\n\n  Catch my eye, you can take my heart\n  We put this together, we can take it apart\n  Looking back over the contour lines that we've travelled across this path\n  You can take my hand, wherever I am, 'til dysfunction does us part\n  It does us part, it does us part, 'til dysfunction does us part\n  It does us part, it does us part, 'til dysfunction does us part\n  It does us part, it does us part, 'til dysfunction does us part\n  It does us part, it does us part, it does us part\n\n  There's a war going on inside, we ain't safe from\n  Shots ring out all up in the place\n  Onto wake these sleeping dogs, they never lay long\n  Never much to do but clutch at days gone\n  We've got enough regrets and memories\n  To scale the fence between best friends and enemies\n  But I don't have the energy, I'm exhausted\n  All that's heavenly eventually slips\n  We've had our differences, but still enough sames\n  To brush the rain off and tuck the frown\n  So we take this winding road, even though\n  This map's been held upside down\n  Because I have seen those very same tears I'm sure\n  Tried to leave but I know I've been here before\n  Sprung the very same leak without a pier to moor\n  When the storm clears, I'ma steer to shore\n  Sweet mistress, bleed me, cut me\n  Leave me, fuck I should be so lucky\n  I know she needs me more than she loves me\n  We fight, we fuck til it's beyond ugly\n  Told me I feel so far away even when she can lean and touch me\n  She don't trust me, and that's two of us\n  We could never walk away and that ruined us\n\n  Catch my eye, you can take my heart\n  We put this together, we can take it apart\n  Looking back over the contour lines that we've travelled across this path\n  You can take my hand, wherever I am, 'til dysfunction does us part\n  It does us part, it does us part, 'til dysfunction does us part\n  It does us part, it does us part, 'til dysfunction does us part\n  It does us part, it does us part, 'til dysfunction does us part\n  It does us part, it does us part, it does us part\n\n  Who would have thought that the sun rose that next morning I caught it\n  The cold slept in, Hurt pressed ignore\n  Saw that last night's stars had forgotten to fall\n  And 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tryna find myself here but I'm worried 'bout my welfare,\n'cause I get get get home and I set my table for two\n\nChorus\nSee when the day falls to night, and I'm out of everybody's sight\nThere's a place that I go (we can go), only me and myself know (god I hope they don't know)/\nThey sell water or wine, but I'm in two minds/(try to make out I'm fine, but I'm out of my mind)\nThinking what am I to do (so I leave just like you), so I set my table for two/\n(so between me and you. table for two)\n\nVerse 2\nShe could really be the one 'cause I let her talk and she let me listen\nBut I won't get a day back if we crash and we burn, hear the tick tick tick?\nShe could be the one to call on but, I ain't tryna give her all of it\nWe could just cloud nine for the time, wait, think about the fall I've got\nShe could give me what I want and more, but I kinda want my life as is\nShe could take me on a trip somewhere, but I don't really want the baggage\nShe could talk with me she could fix it\nShe could walk, she could keep her distance\nI could fall, I could fall victim\nJimmy think about all the fish in the sea\nAs I'm walking home and I ain't here with no one\nBut a million me's speaking telling me to keep going'\nI'm tryna find myself here but I'm worried 'bout her welfare\nAnd I'm all alone still I set my table for two\n\nVerse 3\nI don't want you round no more 'cause I ain't said a thing,\nI ain't entertaining anybody but my own thoughts\nKinda like a three way phone call when I smoke now\nLike I'ma get fit, come and drink get smoked out\nCome to think of it I'm heading home now and if I can take my own route I'll be alright\nAnd for the most part I'm fine, there's no black and white moon walking through the room in my mind\nAnd the stars look much brighter, I can feel a change in the breeze\nAs I reach for my keys, I can see a light on inside\nI thought I said to never ever come back, they said we don't even have a choice\nMeet psy, meet cotic, meet P, meet noid, meet me and the boys\nAnd as I reach for my chair I can look at myself and stare. Welcome to my table for two.","syncedLyrics":"[00:09.03] Verse 1\n[00:10.82] I could really be the one, I could be the talk, I could make them listen,\n[00:14.44] But you won't get a day back if you crash and you burn, hear the tick, tick, tick?,\n[00:17.18] I could be the one to follow, I could piggyback a few with me man,\n[00:19.84] Hit me back if you with me man here today gone tomorrow, right on,\n[00:23.48] I swear to god I can see me there, sitting way up top,\n[00:27.04] They ain't gonna hand you a chair,\n[00:28.84] I don't need anybody's help look how far I walked alone,\n[00:31.69] But can't you see that you made it home 'cause you followed everybody else,\n[00:33.39] But the fan's say I take the weight off, and that's gotta count for something,\n[00:37.05] Oh aren't you a role model the city's still tryna take your paint off,\n[00:40.64] Won't you get, get, going, I'm tryna find myself here but I'm worried 'bout my welfare,\n[00:45.11] 'cause I get get get home and I set my table for two\n[00:47.83] Chorus\n[00:48.76] See when the day falls to night, and I'm out of everybody's sight\n[00:51.45] There's a place that I go (we can go), only me and myself know (god I hope they don't know)/\n[00:55.05] They sell water or wine, but I'm in two minds/(try to make out I'm fine, but I'm out of my mind)\n[01:00.40] Thinking what am I to do (so I leave just like you), so I set my table for two/\n[01:02.36] (so between me and you. table for two)\n[01:11.30] Verse 2\n[01:12.30] She could really be the one 'cause I let her talk and she let me listen\n[01:20.36] But I won't get a day back if we crash and we burn, hear the tick tick tick?\n[01:24.88] She could be the one to call on but, I ain't tryna give her all of it\n[01:27.67] We could just cloud nine for the time, wait, think about the fall I've got\n[01:30.32] She could give me what I want and more, but I kinda want my life as is\n[01:33.92] She could take me on a trip somewhere, but I don't really want the baggage\n[01:36.67] She could talk with me she could fix it\n[01:38.46] She could walk, she could keep her distance\n[01:40.24] I could fall, I could fall victim\n[01:41.16] Jimmy think about all the fish in the sea\n[01:42.91] As I'm walking home and I ain't here with no one\n[01:46.56] But a million me's speaking telling me to keep going'\n[01:48.38] I'm tryna find myself here but I'm worried 'bout her welfare\n[01:52.96] And I'm all alone still I set my table for two\n[01:55.55] Verse 3\n[02:19.73] I don't want you round no more 'cause I ain't said a thing,\n[02:28.44] I ain't entertaining anybody but my own thoughts\n[02:29.30] Kinda like a three way phone call when I smoke now\n[02:31.18] Like I'ma get fit, come and drink get smoked out\n[02:33.84] Come to think of it I'm heading home now and if I can take my own route I'll be alright\n[02:36.69] And for the most part I'm fine, there's no black and white moon walking through the room in my mind\n[02:42.93] And the stars look much brighter, I can feel a change in the breeze\n[02:47.48] As I reach for my keys, I can see a light on inside\n[02:50.11] I thought I said to never ever come back, they said we don't even have a choice\n[02:51.96] Meet psy, meet cotic, meet P, meet noid, meet me and the boys\n[02:56.45] And as I reach for my chair I can look at myself and stare. 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end_ms: 31690\n- text: But can't you see that you made it home 'cause you followed everybody else,\n  start_ms: 31690\n  end_ms: 33390\n- text: But the fan's say I take the weight off, and that's gotta count for something,\n  start_ms: 33390\n  end_ms: 37050\n- text: Oh aren't you a role model the city's still tryna take your paint off,\n  start_ms: 37050\n  end_ms: 40640\n- text: Won't you get, get, going, I'm tryna find myself here but I'm worried 'bout my welfare,\n  start_ms: 40640\n  end_ms: 45110\n- text: '''cause I get get get home and I set my table for two'\n  start_ms: 45110\n  end_ms: 47830\n- text: Chorus\n  start_ms: 47830\n  end_ms: 48760\n- text: See when the day falls to night, and I'm out of everybody's sight\n  start_ms: 48760\n  end_ms: 51450\n- text: There's a place that I go (we can go), only me and myself know (god I hope they don't know)/\n  start_ms: 51450\n  end_ms: 55050\n- text: They sell water or wine, but I'm in two minds/(try to make out I'm fine, but I'm out of my mind)\n  start_ms: 55050\n  end_ms: 60400\n- text: Thinking what am I to do (so I leave just like you), so I set my table for two/\n  start_ms: 60400\n  end_ms: 62360\n- text: (so between me and you. table for two)\n  start_ms: 62360\n  end_ms: 71300\n- text: Verse 2\n  start_ms: 71300\n  end_ms: 72300\n- text: She could really be the one 'cause I let her talk and she let me listen\n  start_ms: 72300\n  end_ms: 80360\n- text: But I won't get a day back if we crash and we burn, hear the tick tick tick?\n  start_ms: 80360\n  end_ms: 84880\n- text: She could be the one to call on but, I ain't tryna give her all of it\n  start_ms: 84880\n  end_ms: 87670\n- text: We could just cloud nine for the time, wait, think about the fall I've got\n  start_ms: 87670\n  end_ms: 90320\n- text: She could give me what I want and more, but I kinda want my life as is\n  start_ms: 90320\n  end_ms: 93920\n- text: She could take me on a trip somewhere, but I don't really want the baggage\n  start_ms: 93920\n  end_ms: 96670\n- text: She could talk with me she could fix it\n  start_ms: 96670\n  end_ms: 98460\n- text: She could walk, she could keep her distance\n  start_ms: 98460\n  end_ms: 100240\n- text: I could fall, I could fall victim\n  start_ms: 100240\n  end_ms: 101160\n- text: Jimmy think about all the fish in the sea\n  start_ms: 101160\n  end_ms: 102910\n- text: As I'm walking home and I ain't here with no one\n  start_ms: 102910\n  end_ms: 106560\n- text: But a million me's speaking telling me to keep going'\n  start_ms: 106560\n  end_ms: 108380\n- text: I'm tryna find myself here but I'm worried 'bout her welfare\n  start_ms: 108380\n  end_ms: 112960\n- text: And I'm all alone still I set my table for two\n  start_ms: 112960\n  end_ms: 115550\n- text: Verse 3\n  start_ms: 115550\n  end_ms: 139730\n- text: I don't want you round no more 'cause I ain't said a thing,\n  start_ms: 139730\n  end_ms: 148440\n- text: I ain't entertaining anybody but my own thoughts\n  start_ms: 148440\n  end_ms: 149300\n- text: Kinda like a three way phone call when I smoke now\n  start_ms: 149300\n  end_ms: 151180\n- text: Like I'ma get fit, come and drink get smoked out\n  start_ms: 151180\n  end_ms: 153840\n- text: Come to think of it I'm heading home now and if I can take my own route I'll be alright\n  start_ms: 153840\n  end_ms: 156690\n- text: And for the most part I'm fine, there's no black and white moon walking through the room in my mind\n  start_ms: 156690\n  end_ms: 162930\n- text: And the stars look much brighter, I can feel a change in the breeze\n  start_ms: 162930\n  end_ms: 167480\n- text: As I reach for my keys, I can see a light on inside\n  start_ms: 167480\n  end_ms: 170110\n- text: I thought I said to never ever come back, they said we don't even have a choice\n  start_ms: 170110\n  end_ms: 171960\n- text: Meet psy, meet cotic, meet P, meet noid, meet me and the boys\n  start_ms: 171960\n  end_ms: 176450\n- text: And as I reach for my chair I can look at myself and stare. Welcome to my table for two.\n  start_ms: 176450\n  end_ms: 192760\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 192760\nplain: |-\n  Verse 1\n  I could really be the one, I could be the talk, I could make them listen,\n  But you won't get a day back if you crash and you burn, hear the tick, tick, tick?,\n  I could be the one to follow, I could piggyback a few with me man,\n  Hit me back if you with me man here today gone tomorrow, right on,\n  I swear to god I can see me there, sitting way up top,\n  They ain't gonna hand you a chair,\n  I don't need anybody's help look how far I walked alone,\n  But can't you see that you made it home 'cause you followed everybody else,\n  But the fan's say I take the weight off, and that's gotta count for something,\n  Oh aren't you a role model the city's still tryna take your paint off,\n  Won't you get, get, going, I'm tryna find myself here but I'm worried 'bout my welfare,\n  'cause I get get get home and I set my table for two\n\n  Chorus\n  See when the day falls to night, and I'm out of everybody's sight\n  There's a place that I go (we can go), only me and myself know (god I hope they don't know)/\n  They sell water or wine, but I'm in two minds/(try to make out I'm fine, but I'm out of my mind)\n  Thinking what am I to do (so I leave just like you), so I set my table for two/\n  (so between me and you. table for two)\n\n  Verse 2\n  She could really be the one 'cause I let her talk and she let me listen\n  But I won't get a day back if we crash and we burn, hear the tick tick tick?\n  She could be the one to call on but, I ain't tryna give her all of it\n  We could just cloud nine for the time, wait, think about the fall I've got\n  She could give me what I want and more, but I kinda want my life as is\n  She could take me on a trip somewhere, but I don't really want the baggage\n  She could talk with me she could fix it\n  She could walk, she could keep her distance\n  I could fall, I could fall victim\n  Jimmy think about all the fish in the sea\n  As I'm walking home and I ain't here with no one\n  But a million me's speaking telling me to keep going'\n  I'm tryna find myself here but I'm worried 'bout her welfare\n  And I'm all alone still I set my table for two\n\n  Verse 3\n  I don't want you round no more 'cause I ain't said a thing,\n  I ain't entertaining anybody but my own thoughts\n  Kinda like a three way phone call when I smoke now\n  Like I'ma get fit, come and drink get smoked out\n  Come to think of it I'm heading home now and if I can take my own route I'll be alright\n  And for the most part I'm fine, there's no black and white moon walking through the room in my mind\n  And the stars look much brighter, I can feel a change in the breeze\n  As I reach for my keys, I can see a light on inside\n  I thought I said to never ever come back, they said we don't even have a choice\n  Meet psy, meet cotic, meet P, meet noid, meet me and the boys\n  And as I reach for my chair I can look at myself and stare. Welcome to my table for two.\n"},{"id":17708727,"name":"Exhale","trackName":"Exhale","artistName":"Spit Syndicate","albumName":"Exile","duration":326.146667,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Verse 1\nI was exiled on main street,\nWhistling the same sweet blues,\nWondering if anyone else here,\nBut it was just me and my cigarette,\nWatching it pirouette, it's death dance with my healthcare\nThe very same scene begun,\nWith the front of the 7: 18, had me dreaming of elsewhere,\nWriting love letters to a far away home, eyes closed\nWith the felt air, getting myself square,\nThe train arrives, and I look up in the sky,\nAt a plane going by and picture myself there,\nI wonder if I've got it in me to run,\nWith no goodbyes on the tip of my tongue,\nJust a flight of deliverance,\nVisit the height of mankind's might,\nBut it still feels like we living' as visitors,\nImpolite and in spite of all that it's given us,\nFrom the high-rise in the skies to the littlest of villages,\nThe doors slide open, and the carriage is empty,\nBut for some strange reason it hasn't upset me,\nI haven't even noticed, no car motors,\nIs there no shift workers, is there no swing voters,\nMy ride crept by an empty intersection,\nAs if the whole city had slept in,\nHand on my heart, money on my mind,\nTrying to part ways with the devil before 9 o'clock strikes,\nA couple stops shy, I smiled at a satellite,\nIn this paradise of dice rolls and flashing lights,\nFeel the fangs of the modern day parasite,\nRob you of your appetite and slang it right back to you,\nEnd of the line, just in time,\nDesensitised minds, still looking for signs,\nAll things are wings my the escape plan,\nExhale and step into the wasteland.\n\nHook\nI can't breathe (dream) in this place that I call my home,\nNo I can't breathe,\nI can't see no end, there's no end in sight, Think it might be time to take flight, I gotta break free,\nAnd exhale in exile,\nGet away exhale in exile,\nGet away, exhale in exile,\nGet away, exhale in exile.\n\nVerse 2 – Jimmy\nWalked out of the saloon at high noon, the moon shined luminous,\n2 of us took a fifty and blew it in the sky like, ahh,\nThe sweet scent of the other side of the fence, despite my attempts to catch it, it flew by,\nIn a wave of where you been's, get ready for work's,\nWe don't talk anymore, what happened to you and I's man,\nWhatever happened to the times when the only thing hanging above my head was blue sky,\nScene 1, see me and my counterparts are bottle passing, half an hour or something' out of my city when,\nUh hmm, ticket men are issuing a fine to the 5 of us like 'pleasure to meet you', scene 2,\nNick and me on a return trip to Asia it feel like we been gone for aeons,\n14 days of \"what the fuck day is it\" toast to post-drama, infinity and beyond,\nLittle did we all know, that free falling into exile ain't enough to overthrow karma,\nMy job's been let off, my girl's saying \"the fuck you think you get off\",\nN toy's talking as if they put me on, nah,\nHolding' my head feeling heavy as heaven 747's cruise smoothly on past, I'm like,\nSomebody's telling me something, look up and they're gone...\n\nHook\nI can't breathe in this place that I call my home,\nNo I can't breathe,\nI can't see no end, there's no end in sight, Think it might be time to take flight, I gotta break free,\nAnd exhale in exile,\nGet away exhale in exile,\nGet away, exhale in exile,\nGet away, exhale in exile.\n\nI can't breathe in this place that I call my own,\nNo I can't breathe,\nAnd I think I need something else to get me through this seven day break loop, Gotta break free, break free,\nAnd get away, exhale in exile,\nGet away exhale in exile,\nGet away, exhale in exile,\nGet away, exhale in exile.\n\nBridge\nOne day, I'ma get a ticket,\nDon't care where I'm heading as long as it's one way,\nExhale in exile,\nMany miles away from the claws of mundane,\n\nOne day, I'ma get you a ticket,\nDon't care where we heading as long as it's one way,\nIn exile, we exhale,\nThe clarity of mind you find in the untamed.","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Exhale\n  artist: Spit Syndicate\n  album: Exile\n  duration_ms: 326147\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Verse 1\n  I was exiled on main street,\n  Whistling the same sweet blues,\n  Wondering if anyone else here,\n  But it was just me and my cigarette,\n  Watching it pirouette, it's death dance with my healthcare\n  The very same scene begun,\n  With the front of the 7: 18, had me dreaming of elsewhere,\n  Writing love letters to a far away home, eyes closed\n  With the felt air, getting myself square,\n  The train arrives, and I look up in the sky,\n  At a plane going by and picture myself there,\n  I wonder if I've got it in me to run,\n  With no goodbyes on the tip of my tongue,\n  Just a flight of deliverance,\n  Visit the height of mankind's might,\n  But it still feels like we living' as visitors,\n  Impolite and in spite of all that it's given us,\n  From the high-rise in the skies to the littlest of villages,\n  The doors slide open, and the carriage is empty,\n  But for some strange reason it hasn't upset me,\n  I haven't even noticed, no car motors,\n  Is there no shift workers, is there no swing voters,\n  My ride crept by an empty intersection,\n  As if the whole city had slept in,\n  Hand on my heart, money on my mind,\n  Trying to part ways with the devil before 9 o'clock strikes,\n  A couple stops shy, I smiled at a satellite,\n  In this paradise of dice rolls and flashing lights,\n  Feel the fangs of the modern day parasite,\n  Rob you of your appetite and slang it right back to you,\n  End of the line, just in time,\n  Desensitised minds, still looking for signs,\n  All things are wings my the escape plan,\n  Exhale and step into the wasteland.\n\n  Hook\n  I can't breathe (dream) in this place that I call my home,\n  No I can't breathe,\n  I can't see no end, there's no end in sight, Think it might be time to take flight, I gotta break free,\n  And exhale in exile,\n  Get away exhale in exile,\n  Get away, exhale in exile,\n  Get away, exhale in exile.\n\n  Verse 2 – Jimmy\n  Walked out of the saloon at high noon, the moon shined luminous,\n  2 of us took a fifty and blew it in the sky like, ahh,\n  The sweet scent of the other side of the fence, despite my attempts to catch it, it flew by,\n  In a wave of where you been's, get ready for work's,\n  We don't talk anymore, what happened to you and I's man,\n  Whatever happened to the times when the only thing hanging above my head was blue sky,\n  Scene 1, see me and my counterparts are bottle passing, half an hour or something' out of my city when,\n  Uh hmm, ticket men are issuing a fine to the 5 of us like 'pleasure to meet you', scene 2,\n  Nick and me on a return trip to Asia it feel like we been gone for aeons,\n  14 days of \"what the fuck day is it\" toast to post-drama, infinity and beyond,\n  Little did we all know, that free falling into exile ain't enough to overthrow karma,\n  My job's been let off, my girl's saying \"the fuck you think you get off\",\n  N toy's talking as if they put me on, nah,\n  Holding' my head feeling heavy as heaven 747's cruise smoothly on past, I'm like,\n  Somebody's telling me something, look up and they're gone...\n\n  Hook\n  I can't breathe in this place that I call my home,\n  No I can't breathe,\n  I can't see no end, there's no end in sight, Think it might be time to take flight, I gotta break free,\n  And exhale in exile,\n  Get away exhale in exile,\n  Get away, exhale in exile,\n  Get away, exhale in exile.\n\n  I can't breathe in this place that I call my own,\n  No I can't breathe,\n  And I think I need something else to get me through this seven day break loop, Gotta break free, break free,\n  And get away, exhale in exile,\n  Get away exhale in exile,\n  Get away, exhale in exile,\n  Get away, exhale in exile.\n\n  Bridge\n  One day, I'ma get a ticket,\n  Don't care where I'm heading as long as it's one way,\n  Exhale in exile,\n  Many miles away from the claws of mundane,\n\n  One day, I'ma get you a ticket,\n  Don't care where we heading as long as it's one way,\n  In exile, we exhale,\n  The clarity of mind you find in the untamed.\n"},{"id":16351411,"name":"Contour Lines","trackName":"Contour Lines","artistName":"Spit Syndicate","albumName":"Exile","duration":358.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"1 – Jimmy\nSaid there's a war going on inside, we ain't safe from\nWalls that we stripped the paint from are talking,\nAutumn leaves sprawled all over the corpse of,\nYesterday's sun, let's take it from once,\nUpon a time when the incense burned,\nI used to love her here,\nYou live and you learn if you're given reprieve,\nBut still the pain stays on, like the very same song,\nYou used to push repeat on to put me to sleep,\nShe's screams 'leave me here, go 'head, go 'head and leave me\",\nShe wept a well of forever, the letter reads,\nYou are not allowed to just in and out whoever you please,\nShe's tired and I'm trying to set her free,\nBut still I remember that blood binds us,\nForever these cold doors confined us,\nStop check the clock on my granddad's watch,\nAnd I watch the two hands stop dead in the breeze,\nNow check it, you ain't gotta tell me I'm selfish mother I know that,\nEven when you're crying it's 'I got somewhere to be',\nBeing that I'm an only child leaving the home,\nLeaving you lonely, there's really fucking with me,\nAnd I know, forever lies only in the hearts who believe in it so wherever I go,\nI really do hope that you follow, there's no more pride to swallow,\nOpen the blinds up, invite tomorrow, go on and.\n\nCatch my eye, you can take my heart,\nWe put this together, we can take it apart,\nLooking back over the contour lines that we've travelled across this path,\nYou can take my hand, wherever I am, 'til dysfunction does us part,\nIt does us part, it does us part, 'til dysfunction does us part,\nIt does us part, it does us part, 'til dysfunction does us part,\nIt does us part, it does us part, 'til dysfunction does us part,\nIt does us part, it does us part, it does us part.\n\n2 – Nick\nThere's a war going on inside, we ain't safe from,\nShots ring out all up in the place,\nOnto wake these sleeping dogs, they never lay long,\nNever much to do but clutch at days gone,\nWe've got enough regrets and memories,\nTo scale the fence between best friends and enemies,\nBut I don't have the energy, I'm exhausted,\nAll that's heavenly eventually slips,\nWe've had our differences, but still enough sames,\nTo brush the rain off and tuck the frown,\nSo we take this winding road, even though,\nThis map's been held upside down,\nBecause I have seen those very same tears I'm sure,\nTried to leave but I know I've been here before,\nSprung the very same leak without a pier to moor,\nWhen the storm clears, I'ma steer to shore,\nSweet mistress, bleed me, cut me,\nLeave me, fuck I should be so lucky,\nI know she needs me more than she loves me,\nWe fight, we fuck til it's beyond ugly,\nTold me I feel so far away even when she can lean and touch me,\nShe don't trust me, and that's two of us,\nWe could never walk away and that ruined us.\n\n3 – both\nWho would have thought that the sun rose that next morning I caught it,\nThe cold slept in, Hurt pressed ignore,\nSaw that last night's stars had forgotten to fall,\nAnd hauled 'em all inside, in my heart I poured,\nAnd to my surprise I saw, the flowers on the door,\nThe welcome mat on the floor of the brand-new door,\nAnd the reflection of the man that you saw, was no more,\nWe can start with hello.\nAnd I don't know – how we came to stray from the essence,\nBut at some stage you must walk away from the wreckage,\nFrom a stolen kiss on the ride home,\nTo fight night, white knuckles and a dial tone,\nAnd we can laugh and cry until both eyes ache,\nOr scream these walls down for old times' sake,\nBut that ain't gonna take us anywhere but here,\nAnd I hold you too dear to keep you near.\n\nA bit of weight's been hanging above my head a little lately,\nAnd it storms, a thousand storms grey up my skies,\nAnd as I walk down the streets that we used to frequent,\nThere's no reprieve from the contour lines.","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Contour Lines\n  artist: Spit Syndicate\n  album: Exile\n  duration_ms: 358000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  1 – Jimmy\n  Said there's a war going on inside, we ain't safe from\n  Walls that we stripped the paint from are talking,\n  Autumn leaves sprawled all over the corpse of,\n  Yesterday's sun, let's take it from once,\n  Upon a time when the incense burned,\n  I used to love her here,\n  You live and you learn if you're given reprieve,\n  But still the pain stays on, like the very same song,\n  You used to push repeat on to put me to sleep,\n  She's screams 'leave me here, go 'head, go 'head and leave me\",\n  She wept a well of forever, the letter reads,\n  You are not allowed to just in and out whoever you please,\n  She's tired and I'm trying to set her free,\n  But still I remember that blood binds us,\n  Forever these cold doors confined us,\n  Stop check the clock on my granddad's watch,\n  And I watch the two hands stop dead in the breeze,\n  Now check it, you ain't gotta tell me I'm selfish mother I know that,\n  Even when you're crying it's 'I got somewhere to be',\n  Being that I'm an only child leaving the home,\n  Leaving you lonely, there's really fucking with me,\n  And I know, forever lies only in the hearts who believe in it so wherever I go,\n  I really do hope that you follow, there's no more pride to swallow,\n  Open the blinds up, invite tomorrow, go on and.\n\n  Catch my eye, you can take my heart,\n  We put this together, we can take it apart,\n  Looking back over the contour lines that we've travelled across this path,\n  You can take my hand, wherever I am, 'til dysfunction does us part,\n  It does us part, it does us part, 'til dysfunction does us part,\n  It does us part, it does us part, 'til dysfunction does us part,\n  It does us part, it does us part, 'til dysfunction does us part,\n  It does us part, it does us part, it does us part.\n\n  2 – Nick\n  There's a war going on inside, we ain't safe from,\n  Shots ring out all up in the place,\n  Onto wake these sleeping dogs, they never lay long,\n  Never much to do but clutch at days gone,\n  We've got enough regrets and memories,\n  To scale the fence between best friends and enemies,\n  But I don't have the energy, I'm exhausted,\n  All that's heavenly eventually slips,\n  We've had our differences, but still enough sames,\n  To brush the rain off and tuck the frown,\n  So we take this winding road, even though,\n  This map's been held upside down,\n  Because I have seen those very same tears I'm sure,\n  Tried to leave but I know I've been here before,\n  Sprung the very same leak without a pier to moor,\n  When the storm clears, I'ma steer to shore,\n  Sweet mistress, bleed me, cut me,\n  Leave me, fuck I should be so lucky,\n  I know she needs me more than she loves me,\n  We fight, we fuck til it's beyond ugly,\n  Told me I feel so far away even when she can lean and touch me,\n  She don't trust me, and that's two of us,\n  We could never walk away and that ruined us.\n\n  3 – both\n  Who would have thought that the sun rose that next morning I caught it,\n  The cold slept in, Hurt pressed ignore,\n  Saw that last night's stars had forgotten to fall,\n  And hauled 'em all inside, in my heart I poured,\n  And to my surprise I saw, the flowers on the door,\n  The welcome mat on the floor of the brand-new door,\n  And the reflection of the man that you saw, was no more,\n  We can start with hello.\n  And I don't know – how we came to stray from the essence,\n  But at some stage you must walk away from the wreckage,\n  From a stolen kiss on the ride home,\n  To fight night, white knuckles and a dial tone,\n  And we can laugh and cry until both eyes ache,\n  Or scream these walls down for old times' sake,\n  But that ain't gonna take us anywhere but here,\n  And I hold you too dear to keep you near.\n\n  A bit of weight's been hanging above my head a little lately,\n  And it storms, a thousand storms grey up my skies,\n  And as I walk down the streets that we used to frequent,\n  There's no reprieve from the contour lines.\n"},{"id":13926277,"name":"Pretty Girls Make Graves","trackName":"Pretty Girls Make Graves","artistName":"Spit Syndicate","albumName":"Exile","duration":259.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Intro\nGive in to lust,\nGive up to lust,\nThe lord knows we'll soon be dust. (x2)\n\nNL Verse 1\nRight there was where I spotted her,\nWherever she walked, eyes followed her,\nDrunk off her majesty,\nWhat could I could offer her?,\nBut my undivided attention,\nAs she glided past,\nAnd so she took it right off at her stop with her,\nThe undoing of all, she wore a headband,\nWalk of life, and the kiss of death, man\nI'm the first to admit I got some habits to kick,\nBut she was looking like she could gladly add to the list,\nSo I obliged in accordance,\nWalked towards her,\nHer unmistakable draw, was striking\nSo unattainable yet so inviting,\nHer smile was lawless, eyes were like lightning,\nAnd When she told me her name, was like angels singing.\nTwo soul piercing eyes with danger in 'em,\nAnd she'd be happy to rearrange your day with 'em,\nDig graves with 'em,\nYours truly was today's victim.\n\nHook 1\nSaid as she walks, in and out like just like those sliding doors,\nWhen she talks, said any line could redefine my course,\nIn my thoughts you still haunt me from the night before,\nWhen you tease me girl don't leave me,\nAnd we can spend some time together shine that little light of yours,\nThat you burnt me with a million different times before,\nLike I'm surprised that you pay me no mind at all.\n\nVerse 2 – Jimmy\nSaid I was like, how you doing, I'm alright,\nI've been to Thailand twice and I ain't seen nothing like you to be fair,\nAnd I done studied your contour lines and I'd die to be flying blind,\nAm I gonna need to call security here?, to all my queen pins,\nThat kill without a second look, rebel minus the cause,\nDevil minus the horns, heaven minus the doors,\nA dime like a sierra diamond minus the flaws,\nIf death's coming in three, she's 7 minus the 4.\n\nHook 2\nSweet mistress, I seek forgiveness,\nAware of the peril but can't keep my distance,\nTombstone reads to he who's persistent,\nShe'll keep you at the top of her hit list,\nSweet mistress I seek forgiveness,\nAware of the peril but can't keep my distance,\nSpellbound, there is no resistance,\nShe had me at the top of her hit list,\nGo on and make yourself at home in my head.\nGo on and make yourself at home in my head.\nGo on and make yourself at home in my head.","syncedLyrics":"[00:02.76] Intro\n[00:32.51] Give in to lust,\n[00:33.47] Give up to lust,\n[00:34.33] The lord knows we'll soon be dust. (x2)\n[00:42.58] NL Verse 1\n[00:43.41] Right there was where I spotted her,\n[00:44.34] Wherever she walked, eyes followed her,\n[00:45.22] Drunk off her majesty,\n[00:47.01] What could I could offer her?,\n[00:47.96] But my undivided attention,\n[00:49.76] As she glided past,\n[00:51.55] And so she took it right off at her stop with her,\n[00:53.31] The undoing of all, she wore a headband,\n[00:56.07] Walk of life, and the kiss of death, man\n[00:58.72] I'm the first to admit I got some habits to kick,\n[01:01.49] But she was looking like she could gladly add to the list,\n[01:04.23] So I obliged in accordance,\n[01:06.02] Walked towards her,\n[01:06.97] Her unmistakable draw, was striking\n[01:09.69] So unattainable yet so inviting,\n[01:12.30] Her smile was lawless, eyes were like lightning,\n[01:15.01] And When she told me her name, was like angels singing.\n[01:17.72] Two soul piercing eyes with danger in 'em,\n[01:20.42] And she'd be happy to rearrange your day with 'em,\n[01:23.10] Dig graves with 'em,\n[01:24.09] Yours truly was today's victim.\n[01:27.76] Hook 1\n[01:28.66] Said as she walks, in and out like just like those sliding doors,\n[01:34.04] When she talks, said any line could redefine my course,\n[01:36.71] In my thoughts you still haunt me from the night before,\n[01:39.47] When you tease me girl don't leave me,\n[01:42.11] And we can spend some time together shine that little light of yours,\n[01:44.82] That you burnt me with a million different times before,\n[01:47.64] Like I'm surprised that you pay me no mind at all.\n[01:52.14] Verse 2 – Jimmy\n[01:53.01] Said I was like, how you doing, I'm alright,\n[01:54.85] I've been to Thailand twice and I ain't seen nothing like you to be fair,\n[01:57.58] And I done studied your contour lines and I'd die to be flying blind,\n[02:01.13] Am I gonna need to call security here?, to all my queen pins,\n[02:04.76] That kill without a second look, rebel minus the cause,\n[02:06.55] Devil minus the horns, heaven minus the doors,\n[02:10.29] A dime like a sierra diamond minus the flaws,\n[02:12.02] If death's coming in three, she's 7 minus the 4.\n[02:15.66] Hook 2\n[02:16.57] Sweet mistress, I seek forgiveness,\n[02:18.35] Aware of the peril but can't keep my distance,\n[02:21.06] Tombstone reads to he who's persistent,\n[02:23.70] She'll keep you at the top of her hit list,\n[02:25.57] Sweet mistress I seek forgiveness,\n[02:29.14] Aware of the peril but can't keep my distance,\n[02:31.90] Spellbound, there is no resistance,\n[02:33.77] She had me at the top of her hit list,\n[02:38.25] Go on and make yourself at home in my head.\n[02:39.13] Go on and make yourself at home in my head.\n[02:42.70] Go on and make yourself at home in my head.\n[02:49.15] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Pretty Girls Make Graves\n  artist: Spit Syndicate\n  album: Exile\n  duration_ms: 259000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Intro\n  start_ms: 2760\n  end_ms: 32510\n- text: Give in to lust,\n  start_ms: 32510\n  end_ms: 33470\n- text: Give up to lust,\n  start_ms: 33470\n  end_ms: 34330\n- text: The lord knows we'll soon be dust. 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(x2)\n\n  NL Verse 1\n  Right there was where I spotted her,\n  Wherever she walked, eyes followed her,\n  Drunk off her majesty,\n  What could I could offer her?,\n  But my undivided attention,\n  As she glided past,\n  And so she took it right off at her stop with her,\n  The undoing of all, she wore a headband,\n  Walk of life, and the kiss of death, man\n  I'm the first to admit I got some habits to kick,\n  But she was looking like she could gladly add to the list,\n  So I obliged in accordance,\n  Walked towards her,\n  Her unmistakable draw, was striking\n  So unattainable yet so inviting,\n  Her smile was lawless, eyes were like lightning,\n  And When she told me her name, was like angels singing.\n  Two soul piercing eyes with danger in 'em,\n  And she'd be happy to rearrange your day with 'em,\n  Dig graves with 'em,\n  Yours truly was today's victim.\n\n  Hook 1\n  Said as she walks, in and out like just like those sliding doors,\n  When she talks, said any line could redefine my course,\n  In my thoughts you still haunt me from the night before,\n  When you tease me girl don't leave me,\n  And we can spend some time together shine that little light of yours,\n  That you burnt me with a million different times before,\n  Like I'm surprised that you pay me no mind at all.\n\n  Verse 2 – Jimmy\n  Said I was like, how you doing, I'm alright,\n  I've been to Thailand twice and I ain't seen nothing like you to be fair,\n  And I done studied your contour lines and I'd die to be flying blind,\n  Am I gonna need to call security here?, to all my queen pins,\n  That kill without a second look, rebel minus the cause,\n  Devil minus the horns, heaven minus the doors,\n  A dime like a sierra diamond minus the flaws,\n  If death's coming in three, she's 7 minus the 4.\n\n  Hook 2\n  Sweet mistress, I seek forgiveness,\n  Aware of the peril but can't keep my distance,\n  Tombstone reads to he who's persistent,\n  She'll keep you at the top of her hit list,\n  Sweet mistress I seek forgiveness,\n  Aware of the peril but can't keep my distance,\n  Spellbound, there is no resistance,\n  She had me at the top of her hit list,\n  Go on and make yourself at home in my head.\n  Go on and make yourself at home in my head.\n  Go on and make yourself at home in my head.\n"},{"id":11034621,"name":"The Creditors","trackName":"The Creditors","artistName":"Spit Syndicate","albumName":"Exile","duration":287.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Verse 1\nI believe that, Everything that we do in this world comes back,\nEvery act full circle like running on a track,\nAnd I'm not saying I'm always comfortable with that,\nSee I got demons of my own that I hope don't ever catch me up,\nSuch were thoughts that I shuffled this night,\nThe shift work hustle, waiting for my bus to arrive,\nBut I dropped what I was holding in an instant,\nI caught a glimpse of, a crowd of people that had gathered in the distance,\nWalking towards me, down the middle of the street,\nFeet moving in time, like they were written to a beat,\nThey got closer, I noticed their faces,\nDidn't recognise any of 'em but I watched on in amazement,\nThey looked like the townspeople of Salem,\nThe last line of defence in Berlin before the city was taken,\nMan, woman and child, of all ages,\nThey were bound by something as they took to the pavement,\nI looked for a flag, were they marching for a cause,\nOr carrying a cross, like an army of the lord's,\nBut they weren't heading for the courts, or for parliament lawn,\nThey had vengeance in their eyes, unmasked and forlorn,\nThey walked right past me, as if I wasn't even there,\nA young girl caught me staring, and turned,\nShe looked me in my eyes, said no need to be scared,\nYou see they took what was ours, and now we coming for theirs, we are the creditors\n\nChorus\nWe are the creditors, they call us the creditors,\nAnd we've come to collect, from all that indebted us,\nWe are the creditors, they call us the creditors,\nEvery name, every face, every word that was said to us,\nAny innocence ever taken, we're taking back,\nThe world, the whole world will fade to black.\nHear the cries of the forsaken, Let it wake 'em,\nIn the dead of the night, you could hear the ground shaking like.\n\nYou could hear the ground shaking like...\nYou could hear the ground shaking like...\n\nVerse Two\nI've been told that revenge is one best served cold\nBut this night was sweltering,\nNo shelter in a city of the sin,\nThe sort of heat that can make your clothes stick to your skin,\nBut it made no difference to them.\nThey marched on\nIn row upon row that stretched like forever,\nNot birds of a feather but they walked together,\nSome in rags, some robes, some everyday clothes,\nFrom every page out of the books, they rose,\nThe left behind, the long forgotten,\nSome had watched from their villages as the bombs were dropping,\nSome had their churches torched, their land was taken,\nKnives in the back while hands were shaking,\nOr maybe caught in the cross fire, strays from the weapons,\nOr taught by the taunts to hate their reflection,\nThe evilest of acts, too depraved to mention,\nI studied each face in succession.\nMaybe sold out by a government, ignored by the reverend,\nBetrayed by the people that were meant to protect 'em,\nHistory books had done their best to forget them,\nBut tonight they'd rewrite from the strange procession.\nAnd it was too late for redemption,\nAll manner of debts they'd came to collect 'em,\nNo tears left, just empty stares,\nYou see they took what was ours and now we're coming for theirs","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: The Creditors\n  artist: Spit Syndicate\n  album: Exile\n  duration_ms: 287000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Verse 1\n  I believe that, Everything that we do in this world comes back,\n  Every act full circle like running on a track,\n  And I'm not saying I'm always comfortable with that,\n  See I got demons of my own that I hope don't ever catch me up,\n  Such were thoughts that I shuffled this night,\n  The shift work hustle, waiting for my bus to arrive,\n  But I dropped what I was holding in an instant,\n  I caught a glimpse of, a crowd of people that had gathered in the distance,\n  Walking towards me, down the middle of the street,\n  Feet moving in time, like they were written to a beat,\n  They got closer, I noticed their faces,\n  Didn't recognise any of 'em but I watched on in amazement,\n  They looked like the townspeople of Salem,\n  The last line of defence in Berlin before the city was taken,\n  Man, woman and child, of all ages,\n  They were bound by something as they took to the pavement,\n  I looked for a flag, were they marching for a cause,\n  Or carrying a cross, like an army of the lord's,\n  But they weren't heading for the courts, or for parliament lawn,\n  They had vengeance in their eyes, unmasked and forlorn,\n  They walked right past me, as if I wasn't even there,\n  A young girl caught me staring, and turned,\n  She looked me in my eyes, said no need to be scared,\n  You see they took what was ours, and now we coming for theirs, we are the creditors\n\n  Chorus\n  We are the creditors, they call us the creditors,\n  And we've come to collect, from all that indebted us,\n  We are the creditors, they call us the creditors,\n  Every name, every face, every word that was said to us,\n  Any innocence ever taken, we're taking back,\n  The world, the whole world will fade to black.\n  Hear the cries of the forsaken, Let it wake 'em,\n  In the dead of the night, you could hear the ground shaking like.\n\n  You could hear the ground shaking like...\n  You could hear the ground shaking like...\n\n  Verse Two\n  I've been told that revenge is one best served cold\n  But this night was sweltering,\n  No shelter in a city of the sin,\n  The sort of heat that can make your clothes stick to your skin,\n  But it made no difference to them.\n  They marched on\n  In row upon row that stretched like forever,\n  Not birds of a feather but they walked together,\n  Some in rags, some robes, some everyday clothes,\n  From every page out of the books, they rose,\n  The left behind, the long forgotten,\n  Some had watched from their villages as the bombs were dropping,\n  Some had their churches torched, their land was taken,\n  Knives in the back while hands were shaking,\n  Or maybe caught in the cross fire, strays from the weapons,\n  Or taught by the taunts to hate their reflection,\n  The evilest of acts, too depraved to mention,\n  I studied each face in succession.\n  Maybe sold out by a government, ignored by the reverend,\n  Betrayed by the people that were meant to protect 'em,\n  History books had done their best to forget them,\n  But tonight they'd rewrite from the strange procession.\n  And it was too late for redemption,\n  All manner of debts they'd came to collect 'em,\n  No tears left, just empty stares,\n  You see they took what was ours and now we're coming for theirs\n"},{"id":11034618,"name":"Kings Only","trackName":"Kings Only","artistName":"Spit Syndicate","albumName":"Exile","duration":247.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Intro\nOne Dayers on top and it don't stop,\nJSquared on top and it don't stop,\nI-Dub all day and it don't stop,\nAnd it don't stop,\n'Cause it won't stop, Eso talk to 'em.\n\nVerse 1\nBack when the blue and reds lights meant a chase to duck,\nWe were laying in the cut with the spray can tucked,\nOn our way to the party to raise our cups,\nAnd maybe blaze it up, run game and such,\nOn the inner west side, that's where I discovered it,\nIn awe of the older boys I was running with,\nKomrade Kos, was on some other shit,\nHe showed me the flow, I went home and studied it,\nThis is all it taught me,\nListen when a legend talks,\nAll that came before me,\nThe war stories, walls of four storeys,\nThat bleed colour, lay lore and glory,\nI was once pulled aside by a king pin,\nSaid Listen young gun remember just one thing,\nIt ain't nothing to a boss,\nEven less to a king,\nYou can guess just how unconcerned I been,\n\nHook\nEverybody's got a mark to make, so make yours,\nBut look both ways before you move forward,\nSoftly we tread in the presence of those,\nWho paved the path on which we walk,\n\nVerse 2 – Jimmy\nBack when the blue and red lights meant that we got chauffeured,\nThree bags full pulling' \"can I go sir\"?\nNo words describe Sereck and Doc Phibes saying' do your homework 'cause you gon' be dope,\nI heard my grandad's brother tell me nothing is free,\nTrains had full colour W.C's, ink stained back cars, yard custom keys,\nPlus dmote put me under his wing, young kings in the making,\nMy boy Casey used to break when, my mother thought I was asleep at 3 A.M,\nWe went painting, tryna outdo each other like true brothers, don't let the memories fade man,\nSpray can or mic I'll make lights but taking full credit for it just ain't right,\nSo I took a few seconds out of just one night to let the world know you redefined me, to me you're my kings.\n\nVerse 3 – Nick/Jimmy\nWe do it for the kings, queens, pawns, rooks,\nAnd all of the stories from which I took.\nSee as a kid I looked on but only from a distance,\nCity in my vision, biggie in my Discman\nThe streets were glistening listening in my hoodie,\nAdelaide kings had the full tilt boogie and it shook me,\nBefore I hit battles as a rookie,\nCapricorn cat it was that that pushed me\nSee BNE shut shows down nationwide,\nWide-eyed from the side when they let us ride,\nTied together, with some delta lines,\nAnd Urthboy's catalogue whatever cost we'll get inside.\nNow we've arrived, we in and we in and,\nThey say we winning,\nBut it's just beginning, are you ready to ride,\nThis is a testament to the legends that set us right,\nYour footsteps are forever true kings never die.","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Kings Only\n  artist: Spit Syndicate\n  album: Exile\n  duration_ms: 247000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Intro\n  One Dayers on top and it don't stop,\n  JSquared on top and it don't stop,\n  I-Dub all day and it don't stop,\n  And it don't stop,\n  'Cause it won't stop, Eso talk to 'em.\n\n  Verse 1\n  Back when the blue and reds lights meant a chase to duck,\n  We were laying in the cut with the spray can tucked,\n  On our way to the party to raise our cups,\n  And maybe blaze it up, run game and such,\n  On the inner west side, that's where I discovered it,\n  In awe of the older boys I was running with,\n  Komrade Kos, was on some other shit,\n  He showed me the flow, I went home and studied it,\n  This is all it taught me,\n  Listen when a legend talks,\n  All that came before me,\n  The war stories, walls of four storeys,\n  That bleed colour, lay lore and glory,\n  I was once pulled aside by a king pin,\n  Said Listen young gun remember just one thing,\n  It ain't nothing to a boss,\n  Even less to a king,\n  You can guess just how unconcerned I been,\n\n  Hook\n  Everybody's got a mark to make, so make yours,\n  But look both ways before you move forward,\n  Softly we tread in the presence of those,\n  Who paved the path on which we walk,\n\n  Verse 2 – Jimmy\n  Back when the blue and red lights meant that we got chauffeured,\n  Three bags full pulling' \"can I go sir\"?\n  No words describe Sereck and Doc Phibes saying' do your homework 'cause you gon' be dope,\n  I heard my grandad's brother tell me nothing is free,\n  Trains had full colour W.C's, ink stained back cars, yard custom keys,\n  Plus dmote put me under his wing, young kings in the making,\n  My boy Casey used to break when, my mother thought I was asleep at 3 A.M,\n  We went painting, tryna outdo each other like true brothers, don't let the memories fade man,\n  Spray can or mic I'll make lights but taking full credit for it just ain't right,\n  So I took a few seconds out of just one night to let the world know you redefined me, to me you're my kings.\n\n  Verse 3 – Nick/Jimmy\n  We do it for the kings, queens, pawns, rooks,\n  And all of the stories from which I took.\n  See as a kid I looked on but only from a distance,\n  City in my vision, biggie in my Discman\n  The streets were glistening listening in my hoodie,\n  Adelaide kings had the full tilt boogie and it shook me,\n  Before I hit battles as a rookie,\n  Capricorn cat it was that that pushed me\n  See BNE shut shows down nationwide,\n  Wide-eyed from the side when they let us ride,\n  Tied together, with some delta lines,\n  And Urthboy's catalogue whatever cost we'll get inside.\n  Now we've arrived, we in and we in and,\n  They say we winning,\n  But it's just beginning, are you ready to ride,\n  This is a testament to the legends that set us right,\n  Your footsteps are forever true kings never die.\n"},{"id":11034623,"name":"Endgame","trackName":"Endgame","artistName":"Spit Syndicate","albumName":"Exile","duration":316.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"1 – Jimmy\nAs I walk down a street I've never been down before I notice,\nNobody outside their homes, No lights, No guide for the hopeless,\nHope that my joint stay lit, I savour it to keep me focused,\nLet it take me over, Can't stomach this world sober,\nI float in a lake of liquor, perpetual hang over,\nNone are spared, not the heir, the king, queen or the joker,\nHomeless ones to the brokers, Nobles to private dancers,\nThey look in the sky for answers and realise it's game over,\nLike where did all of the water go, Why are we in the deep end?\nWhen's the last time you saw the sun, How did we not foresee it?\nI pour out a bottle of black tears for all that was scenic, see it crack through the cement,\nWe done seen it before, still we live with our eyes closed,\nOnly living to die, I ain't trying to be late and say where did time go,\n(This), Stand tall with open arms, (is), that's how I greet the end (the),\nJust like I greet a friend (end), Until we meet again,\n\nAnd now we're walking down this road that is littered with burnt feathers,\nI can't help but wonder where does it lead?\nAnd the promise of buried treasure that's held this world together is lost,\nIt's nowhere to be seen,\nThey say tomorrow never comes, but you better be ready when it does,\nStars falling out the sky, like they sent from above,\nStand under the sun, Dance in the red rain,\nIt's already begun, Welcome to endgame.\n\nTwo – NL\nSometimes I zone out, and let my mind just drift\nAnd I wonder, what will I leave when my time is finished,\nWhen everything that glitters and shines has faded into oblivion,\nYeah I envision the end,\nWith the rivers rising, the fire's been lit,\nAnd now the Richter is climbing, tell me man can you picture it?\nYou ever think of your horizon slipping?\nWe keep our heads in the sand, but the tide is imminent,\nAnd now, the light fixtures are flickering, kill the stillness of the night,\nEverything in bloom, withers in the light, Like it's winter\nNo elixir could fix the sickness inflicted on this sky,\nNo more visitors, the wickedness is rife,\nSo line the pockets of all making a killing\nDealing everything we need to stay high on indifference.\nStand under the sun, dance in the red rain,\nParty til day breaks, welcome to endgame.\n\nBridge\nNo breath in the lungs, No spark in the eyes\nNo lead in the guns, No stars in the sky,\nIt's already begun, no word of a lie,\nNowhere to run, nowhere to hide,\n\nLook at how far we've come, but the path is lined,\nWith lead from the guns, with scars on the sky,\nBullet holes in the sun, wild rivers run dry,\nNothing left to be done, it all ends tonight.","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Endgame\n  artist: Spit Syndicate\n  album: Exile\n  duration_ms: 316000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  1 – Jimmy\n  As I walk down a street I've never been down before I notice,\n  Nobody outside their homes, No lights, No guide for the hopeless,\n  Hope that my joint stay lit, I savour it to keep me focused,\n  Let it take me over, Can't stomach this world sober,\n  I float in a lake of liquor, perpetual hang over,\n  None are spared, not the heir, the king, queen or the joker,\n  Homeless ones to the brokers, Nobles to private dancers,\n  They look in the sky for answers and realise it's game over,\n  Like where did all of the water go, Why are we in the deep end?\n  When's the last time you saw the sun, How did we not foresee it?\n  I pour out a bottle of black tears for all that was scenic, see it crack through the cement,\n  We done seen it before, still we live with our eyes closed,\n  Only living to die, I ain't trying to be late and say where did time go,\n  (This), Stand tall with open arms, (is), that's how I greet the end (the),\n  Just like I greet a friend (end), Until we meet again,\n\n  And now we're walking down this road that is littered with burnt feathers,\n  I can't help but wonder where does it lead?\n  And the promise of buried treasure that's held this world together is lost,\n  It's nowhere to be seen,\n  They say tomorrow never comes, but you better be ready when it does,\n  Stars falling out the sky, like they sent from above,\n  Stand under the sun, Dance in the red rain,\n  It's already begun, Welcome to endgame.\n\n  Two – NL\n  Sometimes I zone out, and let my mind just drift\n  And I wonder, what will I leave when my time is finished,\n  When everything that glitters and shines has faded into oblivion,\n  Yeah I envision the end,\n  With the rivers rising, the fire's been lit,\n  And now the Richter is climbing, tell me man can you picture it?\n  You ever think of your horizon slipping?\n  We keep our heads in the sand, but the tide is imminent,\n  And now, the light fixtures are flickering, kill the stillness of the night,\n  Everything in bloom, withers in the light, Like it's winter\n  No elixir could fix the sickness inflicted on this sky,\n  No more visitors, the wickedness is rife,\n  So line the pockets of all making a killing\n  Dealing everything we need to stay high on indifference.\n  Stand under the sun, dance in the red rain,\n  Party til day breaks, welcome to endgame.\n\n  Bridge\n  No breath in the lungs, No spark in the eyes\n  No lead in the guns, No stars in the sky,\n  It's already begun, no word of a lie,\n  Nowhere to run, nowhere to hide,\n\n  Look at how far we've come, but the path is lined,\n  With lead from the guns, with scars on the sky,\n  Bullet holes in the sun, wild rivers run dry,\n  Nothing left to be done, it all ends tonight.\n"},{"id":11034613,"name":"Showtime","trackName":"Showtime","artistName":"Spit Syndicate","albumName":"Exile","duration":266.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"I feel like I've been waiting on this my whole life,\nTonight'll be one for the books.,\nSo bartender bring the bottle back it's quite alright,\nLet's do it up like we should\n\nWe enter with a check one two, we good,\nSoundman keep my level if you could,\nFew hood rats to duck, but touch wood,\nMy plus one tonight will make it one for the books,\nGo where the wind blows, blow the money we don't have,\nWe don't need the beef, let me see those hands,\nThis night is ours, and I'm trying to find a spark,\nLike Sam's car key in Casino, damn.\nIt trips me, still to see the fans in line\nTreat em like fam when they slap me with a five\nSee the very same bouncer they had the other night,\nThat banned me for life now he's handing me the mic,\nAnd I might just take it,\nLet everything fall into place kid,\nGo ape shit, when that bass hits,\nThe boys are back with some more 1 day shit.\n\nThis rap shit is a slow grind,\nBut there's something in the magic of show time,\nLet the sniffer dogs in I ain't paying 'em no mind,\nJudging by the jaws, they'll be working overtime,\nReal life is a slow grind,\nBut there's something in the magic of show time,\nSo recline if you're so inclined,\nAnd go for yours, 'cause I'ma go for mine.\n\nWe enter, been in line in my mind all day,\nGet my wrist stamped, I slide away,\nAnd I'm not phased in the slightest,\nI got a smile that they can't wipe off my face,\n\nAnd I can fly when I'm inside the gates,\nGetting drunk in the crowd with my eyes on stage,\nAnd I'm feeling alright,\nTrying to find my man and run riot ay.\n\nAy boys, how you feel, yo I'm ready for a good night,\nReady to make noise and put it in the air for the hood like yeah,\nThrow my hands up and wave them suckers round like I just don't care,\nCos tonight I don't, I'm in the front row drunk with my eyes all bright from the glow,\nEver since the days when I wasn't 18, and I used to rock a mate's ID,\nWait that reminds me, Nick – remember Bloc Party Barcelona?\nAww shit we did it up cuz,\nAnd Kanye in London when his mom passed over? ...\nSnuck a bottle in man, we were fucked up!\nAnd Jimmy what about when we all went to see jigga,\nMan, we did it big 'cause it gets no bigger,\nThat feeling the sky has no limits that you can only find in the nosebleed screaming lyrics\nSo for all of y'all, keeping y'all in health, just to see you smile and enjoy yourself\nYou got your back bent, nose to the grindstone, I know right?\nBut let it go tonight its showtime.\n\nThird\nSo for all the stubs you keep safe in your wallet,\nEvery stray dollar you saved til you got it,\nAnd when the lights get dim and the crowd roars,\nGetting lifted is all that you down for,\nRound of applause if you out on tour,\nOr you in the crowd getting loud on the floor,\nDo it up just like you should,\n'cause Tonight'll be one for the books, sing the hook like.","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Showtime\n  artist: Spit Syndicate\n  album: Exile\n  duration_ms: 266000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  I feel like I've been waiting on this my whole life,\n  Tonight'll be one for the books.,\n  So bartender bring the bottle back it's quite alright,\n  Let's do it up like we should\n\n  We enter with a check one two, we good,\n  Soundman keep my level if you could,\n  Few hood rats to duck, but touch wood,\n  My plus one tonight will make it one for the books,\n  Go where the wind blows, blow the money we don't have,\n  We don't need the beef, let me see those hands,\n  This night is ours, and I'm trying to find a spark,\n  Like Sam's car key in Casino, damn.\n  It trips me, still to see the fans in line\n  Treat em like fam when they slap me with a five\n  See the very same bouncer they had the other night,\n  That banned me for life now he's handing me the mic,\n  And I might just take it,\n  Let everything fall into place kid,\n  Go ape shit, when that bass hits,\n  The boys are back with some more 1 day shit.\n\n  This rap shit is a slow grind,\n  But there's something in the magic of show time,\n  Let the sniffer dogs in I ain't paying 'em no mind,\n  Judging by the jaws, they'll be working overtime,\n  Real life is a slow grind,\n  But there's something in the magic of show time,\n  So recline if you're so inclined,\n  And go for yours, 'cause I'ma go for mine.\n\n  We enter, been in line in my mind all day,\n  Get my wrist stamped, I slide away,\n  And I'm not phased in the slightest,\n  I got a smile that they can't wipe off my face,\n\n  And I can fly when I'm inside the gates,\n  Getting drunk in the crowd with my eyes on stage,\n  And I'm feeling alright,\n  Trying to find my man and run riot ay.\n\n  Ay boys, how you feel, yo I'm ready for a good night,\n  Ready to make noise and put it in the air for the hood like yeah,\n  Throw my hands up and wave them suckers round like I just don't care,\n  Cos tonight I don't, I'm in the front row drunk with my eyes all bright from the glow,\n  Ever since the days when I wasn't 18, and I used to rock a mate's ID,\n  Wait that reminds me, Nick – remember Bloc Party Barcelona?\n  Aww shit we did it up cuz,\n  And Kanye in London when his mom passed over? ...\n  Snuck a bottle in man, we were fucked up!\n  And Jimmy what about when we all went to see jigga,\n  Man, we did it big 'cause it gets no bigger,\n  That feeling the sky has no limits that you can only find in the nosebleed screaming lyrics\n  So for all of y'all, keeping y'all in health, just to see you smile and enjoy yourself\n  You got your back bent, nose to the grindstone, I know right?\n  But let it go tonight its showtime.\n\n  Third\n  So for all the stubs you keep safe in your wallet,\n  Every stray dollar you saved til you got it,\n  And when the lights get dim and the crowd roars,\n  Getting lifted is all that you down for,\n  Round of applause if you out on tour,\n  Or you in the crowd getting loud on the floor,\n  Do it up just like you should,\n  'cause Tonight'll be one for the books, sing the hook like.\n"},{"id":11034624,"name":"Can’t Go Home","trackName":"Can’t Go Home","artistName":"Spit Syndicate","albumName":"Exile","duration":275.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"It was the bluest of lights,\nThe light turned into day, the day turned into night,\nThe dark started to fade, and gave way to the bright,\nIt kicked down the door of the gateway to my mind,\nBut come what may,\nI'm feeling alright,\nI'm riding on a wave, the waves crash beneath us,\nKeep it together we all in on a secret,\nKeep it forever,\nWe all move in sequence,\nWe're so close to the edge, could dive into the deep end,\nOut of focus, yet clarity's found,\nAnd I've given my notice, there's no gravity now,\nOpen up my palm, I'm outta galaxy bound,\nCan light up off the sun, then ash in the clouds,\nIn this valley of sound we found flight,\nClimbing to such great heights,\nMy heart beating as fast as every moment that passes,\nThere ain't no sense in asking me the day or the time,\nShhh, we'll be fine.\n\nLift me up and spin me round,\nTo this place that I have found,\nWhen it's time I will come down,\nAnd put my feet back on the ground,\nI'd explain if I knew how,\nWhen it takes hold my hands are bound,\nWhen it's time I will come down,\nBut I can't go home just now.\n\n2 – Jimmy\nI could walk on a dream, I can see it below/\nBelow me is the ground, around me are some eyes/\nMine are seeing in sounds, my hearts set on the sirens/\nMy sky is serene, I think I've been here before (can you feel anything.?) it begins/\nI begin to be dosed, I hope that she can be too/\nBut true love I don't know if I'd ever find it up here/\nI kinda like it up here, I might stay for a while, shit if we only knew/\nBut I do know one thing I ain't been this cool/\nPlaying' pool with the planets, me and my chosen few/\nBut if you ain't with us you're blind, upon goliath I'm perched/\nAnd my circle's the only significant on this earth and we got a birds eye view/\nWho bringing us down, my star sign says I only get as high as I fall/\nBut if the sky falls too, will my feet hit the ground or will I get carried away/ (your getting carried away)\nI need a moment or two, truly I could live forever in a day without hitting' rewind/\nMy heart's beating as fast as every hour that passes/\nThere ain't no point in asking' the day or the time. Shhh, we gon' be fine/\n\nTake my hand, it begins,\nTake a chance, give in,\nLet it go, let it be,\nWe gon' be fine, we gon' be free,\n(They're calling me home, but I'm not quite ready to leave)","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Can’t Go Home\n  artist: Spit Syndicate\n  album: Exile\n  duration_ms: 275000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  It was the bluest of lights,\n  The light turned into day, the day turned into night,\n  The dark started to fade, and gave way to the bright,\n  It kicked down the door of the gateway to my mind,\n  But come what may,\n  I'm feeling alright,\n  I'm riding on a wave, the waves crash beneath us,\n  Keep it together we all in on a secret,\n  Keep it forever,\n  We all move in sequence,\n  We're so close to the edge, could dive into the deep end,\n  Out of focus, yet clarity's found,\n  And I've given my notice, there's no gravity now,\n  Open up my palm, I'm outta galaxy bound,\n  Can light up off the sun, then ash in the clouds,\n  In this valley of sound we found flight,\n  Climbing to such great heights,\n  My heart beating as fast as every moment that passes,\n  There ain't no sense in asking me the day or the time,\n  Shhh, we'll be fine.\n\n  Lift me up and spin me round,\n  To this place that I have found,\n  When it's time I will come down,\n  And put my feet back on the ground,\n  I'd explain if I knew how,\n  When it takes hold my hands are bound,\n  When it's time I will come down,\n  But I can't go home just now.\n\n  2 – Jimmy\n  I could walk on a dream, I can see it below/\n  Below me is the ground, around me are some eyes/\n  Mine are seeing in sounds, my hearts set on the sirens/\n  My sky is serene, I think I've been here before (can you feel anything.?) it begins/\n  I begin to be dosed, I hope that she can be too/\n  But true love I don't know if I'd ever find it up here/\n  I kinda like it up here, I might stay for a while, shit if we only knew/\n  But I do know one thing I ain't been this cool/\n  Playing' pool with the planets, me and my chosen few/\n  But if you ain't with us you're blind, upon goliath I'm perched/\n  And my circle's the only significant on this earth and we got a birds eye view/\n  Who bringing us down, my star sign says I only get as high as I fall/\n  But if the sky falls too, will my feet hit the ground or will I get carried away/ (your getting carried away)\n  I need a moment or two, truly I could live forever in a day without hitting' rewind/\n  My heart's beating as fast as every hour that passes/\n  There ain't no point in asking' the day or the time. Shhh, we gon' be fine/\n\n  Take my hand, it begins,\n  Take a chance, give in,\n  Let it go, let it be,\n  We gon' be fine, we gon' be free,\n  (They're calling me home, but I'm not quite ready to leave)\n"},{"id":12343474,"name":"Starry‐Eyed","trackName":"Starry‐Eyed","artistName":"Spit Syndicate","albumName":"Exile","duration":228.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"1 - Jimmy\nCome on a trip with me let me take you inside a minute,\nthere's room enough for two but your more than welcome to ride with us,\nforget the leather inside just remember to wind down your window,\nI'm speaking to one but there's a million hitch hiking with her,\na couple of years ago she'd where the clothes that hide her figure,\nnow she'll catch you in traffic at the lights like, hi mister,\nand they gon' keep their rev's high just to try and hit her,\nwhat's even worse, I used to look at her like she my sister,\nshe love the bright, love the ice and how the light hit it,\nI tell her it's temporary shine like a light fixture,\nshe told me temporary's fine, I told her I can dig it,\nat least until she find a diamond that fits,\nshe loved the energy, the chemistry, the dangerous sex,\nsaid home's cold, mum's old, plus she suffers from stress,\nI told her I ain't one to judge, can't knock ya hustle I guess,\njust keep ya poker face with you when he's onto the next, I told her,\nthat all that glitters ain't gold and rain can turn that chain to rust,\nI said it before I treasure you more when your chain Is tucked,\nshe caught the eye of some other Johnny dangerous,\nn hopped up out the car, how 'bout some change for the bus, c'mon'\n\nyou gotta move on, you'll find out soon enough,\nyou gotta be moving on,\nand I hope you find out soon enough.\nI said it's never too late.\n\nTwo - Nick\nAnd it was getting late,\nI was standing in line, out front of the premises,\nWondering if ever this secca would let me enter 'em,\nWhen she caught my attention, as she walked to the entrance,\nand then she threw me a grin, like watch me get straight in,\nShe was a little too big for the boots, she's rocking every weekend,\nAnd I can't knock her, was steaming hot, proper conceited,\nDolled up in spots that the dealers often frequent,\nAnything she wants yeah they got it, to see what's underneath 'em,\nStarry-eyed, doing her lines in front of the mirror,\nNormally I'd be right there with her, but tonight saw something bigger,\nThere was something different in her, like a light had suddenly hit her,\nEverything I'd once desired was gone,\nAin't nothing glamorous in what you conceal,\nEven in the flash of the cameras, none of this real,\nTell me, when the music stops, and the drugs wear off,\nAnd they hit the lights, how do you feel, she said I feel GOOD!\n\nyou gotta move on, you'll find out soon enough,\nyou gotta be moving on,\nand I hope you find out soon enough.\nI said it's never too late.","syncedLyrics":"[00:07.08] 1 - Jimmy\n[00:13.10] Come on a trip with me let me take you inside a minute,\n[00:16.03] There's room enough for two but your more than welcome to ride with us,\n[00:19.28] Forget the leather inside just remember to wind down your window,\n[00:22.46] I'm speaking to one but there's a million hitch hiking with her,\n[00:25.36] A couple of years ago she'd where the clothes that hide her figure,\n[00:28.41] Now she'll catch you in traffic at the lights like, hi mister,\n[00:31.64] And they gon' keep their rev's high just to try and hit her,\n[00:34.82] What's even worse, I used to look at her like she my sister,\n[00:37.77] She love the bright, love the ice and how the light hit it,\n[00:41.31] I tell her it's temporary shine like a light fixture,\n[00:44.15] She told me temporary's fine, I told her I can dig it,\n[00:47.08] At least until she find a diamond that fits,\n[00:49.63] She loved the energy, the chemistry, the dangerous sex,\n[00:52.49] Said home's cold, mum's old, plus she suffers from stress,\n[00:55.75] I told her I ain't one to judge, can't knock ya hustle I guess,\n[00:58.96] Just keep ya poker face with you when he's onto the next, I told her,\n[01:02.71] That all that glitters ain't gold and rain can turn that chain to rust,\n[01:06.28] I said it before I treasure you more when your chain Is tucked,\n[01:08.87] She caught the eye of some other Johnny dangerous,\n[01:12.09] N hopped up out the car, how 'bout some change for the bus, c'mon'\n[01:14.91] You gotta move on, you'll find out soon enough,\n[01:22.00] You gotta be moving on,\n[01:24.52] And I hope you find out soon enough.\n[01:39.69] I said it's never too late.\n[01:42.86] Two - Nick\n[01:52.42] And it was getting late,\n[01:53.13] I was standing in line, out front of the premises,\n[01:55.35] Wondering if ever this secca would let me enter 'em,\n[01:58.80] When she caught my attention, as she walked to the entrance,\n[02:01.41] And then she threw me a grin, like watch me get straight in,\n[02:04.64] She was a little too big for the boots, she's rocking every weekend,\n[02:08.10] And I can't knock her, was steaming hot, proper conceited,\n[02:11.34] Dolled up in spots that the dealers often frequent,\n[02:14.52] Anything she wants yeah they got it, to see what's underneath 'em,\n[02:17.77] Starry-eyed, doing her lines in front of the mirror,\n[02:20.61] Normally I'd be right there with her, but tonight saw something bigger,\n[02:23.44] There was something different in her, like a light had suddenly hit her,\n[02:26.62] Everything I'd once desired was gone,\n[02:28.53] Ain't nothing glamorous in what you conceal,\n[02:32.41] Even in the flash of the cameras, none of this real,\n[02:35.34] Tell me, when the music stops, and the drugs wear off,\n[02:38.19] And they hit the lights, how do you feel, she said I feel GOOD!\n[02:44.60] You gotta move on, you'll find out soon enough,\n[02:56.78] You gotta be moving on,\n[03:02.88] And I hope you find out soon enough.\n[03:06.35] I said it's never too late.\n[03:08.94] 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Everything I'd once desired was gone,\n  start_ms: 146620\n  end_ms: 148530\n- text: Ain't nothing glamorous in what you conceal,\n  start_ms: 148530\n  end_ms: 152410\n- text: Even in the flash of the cameras, none of this real,\n  start_ms: 152410\n  end_ms: 155340\n- text: Tell me, when the music stops, and the drugs wear off,\n  start_ms: 155340\n  end_ms: 158190\n- text: And they hit the lights, how do you feel, she said I feel GOOD!\n  start_ms: 158190\n  end_ms: 164600\n- text: You gotta move on, you'll find out soon enough,\n  start_ms: 164600\n  end_ms: 176780\n- text: You gotta be moving on,\n  start_ms: 176780\n  end_ms: 182880\n- text: And I hope you find out soon enough.\n  start_ms: 182880\n  end_ms: 186350\n- text: I said it's never too late.\n  start_ms: 186350\n  end_ms: 188940\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 188940\nplain: |-\n  1 - Jimmy\n  Come on a trip with me let me take you inside a minute,\n  there's room enough for two but your more than welcome to ride with us,\n  forget the leather inside just remember to wind down your window,\n  I'm speaking to one but there's a million hitch hiking with her,\n  a couple of years ago she'd where the clothes that hide her figure,\n  now she'll catch you in traffic at the lights like, hi mister,\n  and they gon' keep their rev's high just to try and hit her,\n  what's even worse, I used to look at her like she my sister,\n  she love the bright, love the ice and how the light hit it,\n  I tell her it's temporary shine like a light fixture,\n  she told me temporary's fine, I told her I can dig it,\n  at least until she find a diamond that fits,\n  she loved the energy, the chemistry, the dangerous sex,\n  said home's cold, mum's old, plus she suffers from stress,\n  I told her I ain't one to judge, can't knock ya hustle I guess,\n  just keep ya poker face with you when he's onto the next, I told her,\n  that all that glitters ain't gold and rain can turn that chain to rust,\n  I said it before I treasure you more when your chain Is tucked,\n  she caught the eye of some other Johnny dangerous,\n  n hopped up out the car, how 'bout some change for the bus, c'mon'\n\n  you gotta move on, you'll find out soon enough,\n  you gotta be moving on,\n  and I hope you find out soon enough.\n  I said it's never too late.\n\n  Two - Nick\n  And it was getting late,\n  I was standing in line, out front of the premises,\n  Wondering if ever this secca would let me enter 'em,\n  When she caught my attention, as she walked to the entrance,\n  and then she threw me a grin, like watch me get straight in,\n  She was a little too big for the boots, she's rocking every weekend,\n  And I can't knock her, was steaming hot, proper conceited,\n  Dolled up in spots that the dealers often frequent,\n  Anything she wants yeah they got it, to see what's underneath 'em,\n  Starry-eyed, doing her lines in front of the mirror,\n  Normally I'd be right there with her, but tonight saw something bigger,\n  There was something 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books,\nGo where the wind blows, blow the money we don't have,\nWe don't need the beef, let me see those hands,\nThis night is ours, and I'm trying to find a spark,\nLike Sam's car key in Casino, damn.\nIt trips me, still to see the fans in line\nTreat em like fam when they slap me with a five\nSee the very same bouncer they had the other night,\nThat banned me for life now he's handing me the mic,\nAnd I might just take it,\nLet everything fall into place kid,\nGo ape shit, when that bass hits,\nThe boys are back with some more 1 day shit.\n\nThis rap shit is a slow grind,\nBut there's something in the magic of show time,\nLet the sniffer dogs in I ain't paying 'em no mind,\nJudging by the jaws, they'll be working overtime,\nReal life is a slow grind,\nBut there's something in the magic of show time,\nSo recline if you're so inclined,\nAnd go for yours, 'cause I'ma go for mine.\n\nWe enter, been in line in my mind all day,\nGet my wrist stamped, I slide away,\nAnd I'm not phased in the slightest,\nI got a smile that they can't wipe off my face,\n\nAnd I can fly when I'm inside the gates,\nGetting drunk in the crowd with my eyes on stage,\nAnd I'm feeling alright,\nTrying to find my man and run riot ay.\n\nAy boys, how you feel, yo I'm ready for a good night,\nReady to make noise and put it in the air for the hood like yeah,\nThrow my hands up and wave them suckers round like I just don't care,\nCos tonight I don't, I'm in the front row drunk with my eyes all bright from the glow,\nEver since the days when I wasn't 18, and I used to rock a mate's ID,\nWait that reminds me, Nick – remember Bloc Party Barcelona?\nAww shit we did it up cuz,\nAnd Kanye in London when his mom passed over? ...\nSnuck a bottle in man, we were fucked up!\nAnd Jimmy what about when we all went to see jigga,\nMan, we did it big 'cause it gets no bigger,\nThat feeling the sky has no limits that you can only find in the nosebleed screaming lyrics\nSo for all of y'all, keeping y'all in health, just to see you smile and enjoy yourself\nYou got your back bent, nose to the grindstone, I know right?\nBut let it go tonight its showtime.\n\nThird\nSo for all the stubs you keep safe in your wallet,\nEvery stray dollar you saved til you got it,\nAnd when the lights get dim and the crowd roars,\nGetting lifted is all that you down for,\nRound of applause if you out on tour,\nOr you in the crowd getting loud on the floor,\nDo it up just like you should,\n'cause Tonight'll be one for the books, sing the hook like.","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Showtime\n  artist: Spit Syndicate\n  album: Exile\n  duration_ms: 270000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  I feel like I've been waiting on this my whole life,\n  Tonight'll be one for the books.,\n  So bartender bring the bottle back it's quite alright,\n  Let's do it up like we should\n\n  We enter with a check one two, we good,\n  Soundman keep my level if you could,\n  Few hood rats to duck, but touch wood,\n  My plus one tonight will make it one for the books,\n  Go where the wind blows, blow the money we don't have,\n  We don't need the beef, let me see those hands,\n  This night is ours, and I'm trying to find a spark,\n  Like Sam's car key in Casino, damn.\n  It trips me, still to see the fans in line\n  Treat em like fam when they slap me with a five\n  See the very same bouncer they had the other night,\n  That banned me for life now he's handing me the mic,\n  And I might just take it,\n  Let everything fall into place kid,\n  Go ape shit, when that bass hits,\n  The boys are back with some more 1 day shit.\n\n  This rap shit is a slow grind,\n  But there's something in the magic of show time,\n  Let the sniffer dogs in I ain't paying 'em no mind,\n  Judging by the jaws, they'll be working overtime,\n  Real life is a slow grind,\n  But there's something in the magic of show time,\n  So recline if you're so inclined,\n  And go for yours, 'cause I'ma go for mine.\n\n  We enter, been in line in my mind all day,\n  Get my wrist stamped, I slide away,\n  And I'm not phased in the slightest,\n  I got a smile that they can't wipe off my face,\n\n  And I can fly when I'm inside the gates,\n  Getting drunk in the crowd with my eyes on stage,\n  And I'm feeling alright,\n  Trying to find my man and run riot ay.\n\n  Ay boys, how you feel, yo I'm ready for a good night,\n  Ready to make noise and put it in the air for the hood like yeah,\n  Throw my hands up and wave them suckers round like I just don't care,\n  Cos tonight I don't, I'm in the front row drunk with my eyes all bright from the glow,\n  Ever since the days when I wasn't 18, and I used to rock a mate's ID,\n  Wait that reminds me, Nick – remember Bloc Party Barcelona?\n  Aww shit we did it up cuz,\n  And Kanye in London when his mom passed over? ...\n  Snuck a bottle in man, we were fucked up!\n  And Jimmy what about when we all went to see jigga,\n  Man, we did it big 'cause it gets no bigger,\n  That feeling the sky has no limits that you can only find in the nosebleed screaming lyrics\n  So for all of y'all, keeping y'all in health, just to see you smile and enjoy yourself\n  You got your back bent, nose to the grindstone, I know right?\n  But let it go tonight its showtime.\n\n  Third\n  So for all the stubs you keep safe in your wallet,\n  Every stray dollar you saved til you got it,\n  And when the lights get dim and the crowd roars,\n  Getting lifted is all that you down for,\n  Round of applause if you out on tour,\n  Or you in the crowd getting loud on the floor,\n  Do it up just like you should,\n  'cause Tonight'll be one for the books, sing the hook like.\n"}]