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Different Kind of Joy Video (MV)




Performed By: VISTA POINT
Length: 3:32
Written by: Richard Rauda




VISTA POINT - Different Kind of Joy Lyrics




Drained
Wallowing in Rain
Falling from your brain
Thoughts that lead your soul astray
In this depth of feel
I can see what's real
Still, no comfort comes my way

Like a blackout ball that's reached light of day
Where everyone's leaving but I've stayed
To toast my tequila to the dawn
I don't get hungover I just hang on

Down in our common ground
Buried in ourselves
Lies the sweetness
That we sell
For a crumbling will
Some secrets that will spill
Because it's the season
For cheap thrills

This pillow talk's screaming
In my ear
"She slept with a lie"
Now, that's sincere
But I swear
She gives the sweetest head
Been stuck in a year long
Lost weekend

Undress
To impress
Civil unrest
If it's politically correct
She swears I'm a leech
But keeps me feeding
And nourishment's not
What I'm eating
I drown in the sound
Of her sunshine swoons
Because I just find an excuse
To howl at the moon
Oh let's give up the ghost
Drop dead, gorgeous
I'll drink up that ice cold
Damned soul in distress
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Drained
Wallowing in Rain
Falling from your brain
Thoughts that lead your soul astray
In this depth of feel
I can see what's real
Still, no comfort comes my way

Like a blackout ball that's reached light of day
Where everyone's leaving but I've stayed
To toast my tequila to the dawn
I don't get hungover I just hang on

Down in our common ground
Buried in ourselves
Lies the sweetness
That we sell
For a crumbling will
Some secrets that will spill
Because it's the season
For cheap thrills

This pillow talk's screaming
In my ear
"She slept with a lie"
Now, that's sincere
But I swear
She gives the sweetest head
Been stuck in a year long
Lost weekend

Undress
To impress
Civil unrest
If it's politically correct
She swears I'm a leech
But keeps me feeding
And nourishment's not
What I'm eating
I drown in the sound
Of her sunshine swoons
Because I just find an excuse
To howl at the moon
Oh let's give up the ghost
Drop dead, gorgeous
I'll drink up that ice cold
Damned soul in distress
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Writer: Richard Rauda
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