1. |
See You Again
04:16
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There's a feeling wrapped up inside of me
I wish that I could lie and dreaming
To see you next to me
My blinds will do the best to keep me sleeping in
Last night won't seem far away,
'cause I'll keep dreaming
'til I see you again.
Touch me,
Take me
Hold me, baby.
Touch me,
Take me
Hold me, baby.
I think I need it
We're only getting older
I just want to hold you close
My heart is screaming
Next time seems so far away
And I'll keep dreaming
'til I see you again.
Touch me,
Take me
Hold me, baby.
'til I see you again.
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2. |
You Want More
04:56
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Another memory
that you want to feel right now.
What wasn't meant to be
could have been fine now,
but you didn't know
you could grow.
You didn't know that you'd want more.
Tell me what it feels like now, when you want more.
You want more.
You want more.
If we disagree,
Do I have to be turned down?
It didn't have to be
A feeling you lost and found,
'cause you didn't know,
You could grow.
You didn't know that you'd want more.
If I want to be let down,
I know you'll be around.
Think I'm feeling better off
Without you now.
Tell me what it feels like now, when you want more.
You want more.
You want more.
Tell me what it feels like now,
you're the one to be turned down,
Think I'm feeling better off
Without you now.
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3. |
Heartbeat Racing
03:44
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You are coming home tonight
I'm never good at our goodbyes.
The second you arrive,
I know I'll be alright.
You make me feel alive
When you place your hand in mine.
Baby, ain't it crazy,
can you feel your heartbeat racing?
My heart's been all torn up inside,
I've been counting down the time.
My everlasting light
Holds her own, and she's so fine.
My breath's in short supply
When she keeps me up all night.
Baby, ain't it crazy,
can you feel your heartbeat racing?
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4. |
The Party Song
04:17
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I don't see you anymore
Since you ran to the summer shore
I've lost my way and I want more
Why do you keep me waiting?
Come on over to a party.
Let's get naughty at the party.
Come on over.
Touch my body.
Touch my body at the party.
Come on over, come on over with me.
We don't get naughty anymore.
Now I'm lost, laying on my floor.
I lost my way and I want more.
Why do you keep me waiting?
Come on over to a party.
Let's get naughty at the party.
Come on over.
Touch my body.
Touch my body at the party.
Come on over, come on over with me.
We could be together with some company.
Marie, you see, it's better staying home with me.
Come on over to a party.
Let's get naughty at the party.
Come on over.
You can touch my body.
Touch my body at the party.
Come on over, come on over with me.
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5. |
The Feeling
05:34
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Take your approach.
Leave your past behind
and your mind's giving up the ghost.
Your future's not defined
and your body knows it's time to go.
What're you feeling?
What're you dreaming?
Cut all the ropes.
It's time to break free
but your body knows it's time to go.
You started off slow
and your heart's running coast to coast.
What're you feeling?
What're you dreaming?
You call all the shots,
You plan all the plots,
You're dreaming.
You run 'til you're caught
And your heart tells you what you're feeling.
What're you feeling?
What're you dreaming?
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Ray Badness Spokane, Washington
Ray Badness is a synth-pop indie dance duo, heavily inspired by disco balls, polyester track suits, and gratuitous chest hair.
Ray Badness recommends:
sixteen
by Cottonwood Firing Squad
No joke, one of my favorite albums from the last ten years...maybe all time. Happy surf sound, sometimes depressing lyrics. It's good stuff.
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