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1.
The Takeover 04:46
​Oh your heart has cost me an arm and a leg I am so fucking broke A penny for your thoughts  I'm still fucking broke  ​ The Takeover Our friends in Hollywood  The Takeover ​ I sold my soul, but I guess for not enough  I'm gambling on my past failures I sold my soul, oh but I wish I was more calculated The odds were never high, and I was always high I sold my soul, but I guess for not enough ​ The Takeover 
2.
Patchwork 02:16
I dare you to match my soul I swear we are flammable I stand peerless on this pier Anxiety a friend, Cowardice a lover, And siblings with fear I am so scared of the ocean below An ocean behind wherever I go ​ You caught me swimming in the deep end, I guess it's my own fault if I drown You caught me picking at my old wounds, And look at all the stitches I've torn out
3.
Model Trains 04:17
I sped up until she broke, and I sped up until she broke   I grew up playing with model trains and paper planes,    I guess I played too rough   I measured twice, kept her at arm's length   I measured so well she couldn’t even notice   Oh god,     Oh how quickly she spoke, quietly she sank   Out of my view and into the abyss   Oh how quickly she spoke, quietly she sank  Out of my view and into the abyss      One for the money   Two for the show    Three for something heavy    To love and to hold      One for the money   Two for the show    Three for something heavy    To love and to hold      One for the money   Two for the show    Three for something heavy    The weight of the world
4.
Sights 01:09
My existence may be a half life,  Because I am half the man my father was  He never, ever, ever taught me how to hold a gun,  And so I wander aimlessly
5.
It's hard to breath between collapsed lungs Haunted by the ghosts of our former love Far from prepared to see your face again  I was lying to myself, when I said we could be friends ​ Because I was not ready for my world to be shook up, And I was not ready thought that I had given up ​ But how could I not know that I still want you  And how could I not know that I still love you  ​ What's the point in this, we are worlds apart There's a distance between you and I Between our collective hearts I know we said we both need time to grow But I don't, I don't want you to go ​ Because I was not ready for my world to be shook up, And I was not ready thought that I had given up ​ But how could I not know that I still want you  And how could I not know that I still love you
6.
Sounds 01:11
My existence may be a half life,  Because I am half the girl my mother was  He never, ever, ever taught me how to fall in love,  And so I wander aimlessly
7.
I am Sick of this home now I love the outdoors  Find some scars, make some bruises  And learn who you are  Easy does it remember you can break  Find Some Scars, make some bruises  And love who you are ​
8.
House Fire 03:45
As it collapses, a sigh of relief I swear I'll change Too cold to shed these tears, I'm confident Frost bite on burned skin The sound of a house fire, smothered by an avalanche Humble yourself, Oh you better humble yourself, Oh you better humble ​ I am pulling false teeth And I will show you my flaws  And I am broken and all my edges sharp I glide through leaving scars ​ The sound of a house fire, smothered by an avalanche ​ Complex phrases make me sound desperate  These complex phrases make me sound desperate These complex phrases make me sound desperate,  We sound desperate ​ ​

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Produced and Engineered by Sam Britton
Mixed and Mastered by Wilson Pascoe
Music by Sam Britton and Lindsay Britton
Lyrics by Sam Britton except I Write Sins, Not Tragedies by Lindsay Britton
Artwork by Nicholas May
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released February 14, 2019

Special Thanks to Matt Aasen, Jon Perry, Phil Hamelin and Dustan Townsend for their musical contributions.

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Flawed Hearts and the Waiting Room Victoria, British Columbia

Flawed Hearts and the Waiting Room is an acoustic-pop duo based out of Victoria, BC. The two-piece consists of siblings Sam Britton, guitar and vocals, and Lindsay Britton, keyboard and vocals. Their songs are a collection of life stories, built on intricate guitar riffs and delicate keyboard, told through seamlessly intertwined harmonies. ... more

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