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Not My Style
04:11
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She's a codebreaker - not my style
He's a mistaker - not my style
She's a heart acher - not my style
He's a heart breaker - not my style
I can't get over it
Just can't get over it
She's a web slinger - not my style
He's a pop singer - not my style
She's a arm clinger - not my style
He's a Kentucky Zinger - not my style
You know it
I can't get over it
Just can't get over it
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Monster
05:01
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It's not ants in your pants, it's a monster!
Strike a pose!
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Lose My Way
04:55
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I didn't come to lose my way
Caught me in the alley in the crossfire
Caught me in the alley in the words of a liar
Caught me in the alley where there's no fire
Caught me in the alley in the crossfire
Caught me in the alley in the words of a liar
Nothing in the alley to get me higher
Catch me in the alley on the barbed wire
Catch me in the alley with the words of a liar
Nothing in the alley that I desire
Catch me in the alley on the barbed wire
Catch me in the alley with the words of a liar
Fallen in the alley it's my time to expire
I didn't come to lose my way
Praying in the alley on another Sunday
Watch me as I burn while you're being led astray
Hiding in the alley while the world pulls away
All the tainted roses in your bouquet
You know they will eventually decay
You know there's only one thing left to say
I didn't come to lose my way
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Enough
04:17
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Enough - he yells to the dark as he's desperately trying to sleep
Enough - she screams to the world as she's trying to make her retreat
No more - he thinks to himself "when is this ever going to end?"
No more - she cries all alone as that's who she can only depend
Enough - like the Phoenix it's time for his own resurrection
Enough - she says with intent to her own reflection
No more - he just can't get over the endless deception
No more - who dares tell us what we should think is perfection?
Enough!
No More!
That's enough.
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5. |
Get Out Of My House
06:06
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Check the time, we sure had fun
Now here’s your coat, the time has come
Great to catch up with all our friends
Just can’t wait to do it again
Food is gone, the table’s clear
There's nothing left - there’s no more beer
The music’s off, the clock’s not slow
It must be time for you to go!
Get out of my house!
Could you just grab that empty glass?
And the empty cans out on the grass
Recycle all the plastic cups
I’ll do the rest when I wake up
Gotta be in town for an early start
It would be great if you just depart
My body language has been quite clear
It’s time for you to get out of here!
Get out of my house!
It’s all that I need just to get me some piece of mind
Some time to myself, some time to unwind
Like a bird in a tree, need my space, some alone time
Some time to myself, time to myself
Please tell me your Uber's on the way?
Sorry friend, you just can’t stay
Like Jakey said, he made it clear
You don’t have to go home, but you can’t stay here
Au Revoir, auf wiedersehn, adios amigos and Tzi chen
I don't mean to sound too harsh
Don’t let the door hit you in the ass!
Get out of my house!
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Karoshi Brisbane, Australia
Karoshi is a Brisbane-based duo who have been exploring the burgeoning world of DNB and rock, finding a place where the
Prodigy meets Pendulum meets AC/DC.
With no initial vision of where they were heading, the duo churned through dozens of songs before honing in on their now distinctive style. The band has established a loyal international following of eager fans who listen daily.
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