The Reputation
The Reputation were an indie rock band from Chicago, Illinois. The band was fronted by singer-songwriter Elizabeth Elmore, with other positions filled by various members. The band released two albums between the years of 2001 and 2006, both of which were met with generally positive reviews. The band has toured the United States and the United Kingdom.
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Face It
The Reputation Lyrics
Three months without a moment to breathe.
Now all you want in life is one good night's sleep.
Yeah, as soon as you think you're fine you fall so far behind
that there's nothing much more you can do
but grit your teeth and try to get by,
fight the next new gulf that widens inside.
Yeah, as soon as you think you're fine you fall so far behind,
and right when you thought it was near.
So face it, it's time to admit that you want to be here.
Well, what the hell? it's the best cot tease of the year.
And it's more than what you needed.
The doubts have all receded.
It's time to get it going.
I want to get there with you.
It's coming clearer and it's all I wanted to do.
Three months without a moment to breathe.
Now all the willful want is one good night's sleep.
Yeah, as soon as you think you're fine you fall so far behind,
and right when you thought it was near.
So face it, it's time to admit that you want to be here.
Well, what the hell? it's the best cot tease of the year.
And it's more than what you needed.
The doubts have all receded.
It's time to get it going.
I want to get there with you.
It's coming clearer and it's all I wanted to do.
I merely want a strike at life.
Got the medal, but is it worth the fight?
Time's flying faster than you ever thought it might.
Yeah, as soon as you think you're fine you fall so far behind,
and right when you thought it was near.
So here's to feral new beginnings
that telegraph their endings;
to daily disabusals
and a total refusal to care.
You're feeling heat-sought and so damn glad to be there.
Go join the neophytes and haunts,
philistines and dilettantes.
The new Elmer Gantry's
in one feverish race to the bottom.
It's what you wanted; it's what we're all doing here.
Contributed by Daniel J. Suggest a correction in the comments below.
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