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Seether - Teen Spirit 4 - Remedy
Teen Spirit 4
Disc 1
01. Thnks fr th Mmrs
02. From Yesterday
03. Serenade
04. Underclass Hero
05. Evolution
06. Remedy
07. No One Knows
08. Scars
09. It Ends Tonight
10. The Diary of Jane
11. Going in Blind
12. Hate Me
13. Heart Shaped Glasses
14. Well Enough Alone
15. Lycanthrope
16. Cat and Mouse
17. Light Up the Sky
18. All the Same
19. Why Cry
20. Must Have Done Something Right
Disc 2
01. Read My Mind
02. Everything Is Average Nowadays
03. The Heinrich Maneuver
04. America
05. Girls Who Play Guitars
06. When Did Your Heart Go Missing
07. Here It Goes Again
08. Superman
09. She Moves in Her Own Way
10. The Prayer
11. Jerk It Out
12. Tracy
13. Monster
14. Walk Idiot Walk
15. Home Wrecker
16. Gold Lion
17. Hang Me Up to Dry
18. Problems
19. Hurricane
20. Break
21. Meds
22. The Outside
Throw your dollar bills, and leave your thrills all here with me
And speak but don't pretend, I won't defend you anymore, you see
It aches in every bone, I'll die alone, but not for you
My eyes don't need to see that ugly thing, I know it's me you fear

If you want me, hold me back
Frail, the skin is dry and pale, the pain will never fail
And so we go back to the remedy
Clip the wings that get you high, just leave them where they lie
And tell yourself, "You'll be the death of me"

I don't need a friend, I need to mend so far away
So come sit by the fire and play a while, but you can't stay too long
It aches in every bone, I'll die alone, but not for pleasure
I see my heart explode, it's been eroded by the weather here

If you want me hold me back
Frail, the skin is dry and pale, the pain will never fail
And so we go back to the remedy
Clip the wings that get you high, just leave them where they lie
And tell yourself, "You'll be the death of me"

Frail, the skin is dry and pale, the pain will never fail
And so we go back to the remedy
Clip the wings that get you high, just leave them where they lie
And tell yourself, "You'll be the death of me"

Hold your eyes closed, take me in
Hold your eyes closed, take me in

Frail, the skin is dry and pale, the pain will never fail
And so we go back to the remedy
Clip the wings that get you high, just leave them where they lie
And tell yourself, "You'll be the death of me"

Frail, the skin is dry and pale, the pain will never fail
And so we go back to the remedy
Clip the wings that get you high, just leave them where they lie
And tell yourself, "You'll be the death of me"