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My Loved Ones
05:16
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Gone off to sleep they have, my loved ones. I
lay down these fears I’ ve had since I was just a
boy. Scribblings in the pages scream out at
you. You’ ve seen this, and you know this to be
true. At last you’ ve finally learned that
“Stones” song. You crash and you burn, and
you don’t slow down for the turn. You
constantly contemplate what’s best. The good
life, or the hell that you detest. The band
always wrecks the song like a dirty string.
Snaps when you need it most, and slits your
wrist as it rings. Mind you what’s behind you.
It’s gonna find you. You don’t slow down
for the turn.
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Hell has risen, time is mine, blazing through the wreckage past the scum and the slime.
Riding so high all I can see, fools all around they’ve got their eyes on me,
and at the end of the game we all answer to shame.
The trash heap’s spoken a word to the wise, the land of milk and honey brings a lonely demise.
Panic fire ripping through the heart and the mind from down the dream about a mile behind.
It’s trying to bring it’s trying to break me down.
I’ve got my fist in the gold. I’ve got a foot in the hole.
The rage it don’t rest when you piss on a dream. The fabric of desire comes apart at the seams.
Dealing with the devil just to end up poor and shelling out payment for his Babylon whore.
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3. |
Down Myself
03:37
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Surviving on raindrops and the crusts of bread, sleeping on the sidewalk, hoodie hung over my head.
I’ve been returning bottles. Hit a run of bad road.
I’ve got no money to drink with. I need serious help, enough of me how have you been?
I have been down myself.
Freezing and homeless and dreading my deeds. Walking pneumonia, holes in my shoes and my jeans.
I’ve got a crumpled up newspaper pillow. I won’t be bouncing back from this bender.
How does it come to this? Cold and lonely for the rest of my days.
I’m disinterested and lazy and I aint never gonna change.
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4. |
Breaking Bottles
03:11
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I’ve got a hell of a story of being destined for glory right on the ultimate highway
The unbelievable crime the inconceivable timing that ticks away my day
So all the names have been changed but there’s a truth in the pages somewhere in between the lines
It’s just protecting the innocent it shelters the malcontent time after time
It’s like a fucking disease I’m way too busy trying not to bleed while I’m just breaking bottles
There’s always something about you always making me doubt you did I fail to mention
You wouldn’t know where you’re going if the wind wasn’t blowing you weren’t paying attention
it must have happened a thousand times You leave me to hold the line I stop to remind you
running as soon as you hit the ground I’m watching them run you down, the demons behind you
It’s like a fucking disease I’m way too busy trying not to bleed while I’m just breaking bottles
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There it is we gave it our best try
And if you’re so dumb you still don’t know why it’s down the toilet
This might come as a surprise but I sure do love to spoil it
We see you coming and we know that you must have pockets full of dirt and dust and
Ashes ashes we all fall down
Settle for something that will simply suffice and
Dry your tears for the love of your life is gone forever
Kiss it goodbye let’s all join hands and jump together
Towards a glorious meeting we ascend to
To turn our weary sorrowful bodies into
Ashes ashes we all fall down
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Summertime
03:17
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She's in the red thing looking pretty, dancing on stage to Paradise City.
She's got a little black box full of money that she only made just calling me honey.
She don't want or need my pity, dark haired little girl with the stage name Kitty.
Last year she was looking damn fine, let's see how she's looking this summertime.
She'll be at the Bottom line. Here comes summertime.
There's a crowd in this neighborhood making noise, raising hell, up to no good.
They all come with the change of the season and they're all coming for the same old reason.
Won't they ever stop the way they're thinking? Rockin, smoking pot, getting wasted drinking.
Last year they were feeling damn fine. Let's see how they feel this summertime.
They'll be at the Bottom line. Here comes summertime. I want my summertime.
I'll be at the Bottom line. Here comes summertime.
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Fly
03:37
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What makes you think that what you will is always right?
Constantly controlling all in sight, there’s a side that you don’t see.
Not taking not for an answer read between the lines
for your fallen angel take this message home and fly
Shackled down and it really don’t matter. Spread your wings and fly.
What makes you feel that what I say is never right?
Everyday you walk all over I hold dear, and you rain on my dying day.
Here at the end now that I could never trust again.
It doesn’t seem right with you and everywhere I’ve ever been.
Who would’ve thought your walls are falling of all things?
That outfit you were born in doesn’t hide your wings.
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Hideous
03:51
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I wash my hands of you now. Love and loyalty, was there ever any?
Your underhanded games, lies, and half-truths. Hindsight is always 20/20.
I see your face so clearly. It's so painfully apparent to me.
I see the true colors of us and they're downright hideous.
And so it's goodbye old friend. Such an old song. Such a passing trend.
I hope you find what you need when all of your dirty deeding leads you to your end.
Only the lowly.
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