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Homesick
01:04
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I'm sorry for what I've done, and I'm sorry it took this long. But I can't sleep and I can't eat. Tell my friends they're all the same, nothing they say will make me feel ok. I can't sleep and I feel sick. It's too late to go back home. I should spend my fucking life alone. I told you that I'd never change. I need to wake up from this fucking nightmare. I can not rest. I am waiting on another morning. I am waiting on another ride home.
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Far From Great
01:09
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Is this for better, or for worse, or for nothing? It all just kills me inside, to you I swear. I'll sweat, I'll starve, and I'll bleed just to maybe make things right. I can't undo what's been done, and I can't change your mind, but I'll try whatever it may take. It's the hunger of our decade. Today is the same as it was yesterday. The sun will fall again; keep swinging, keep swinging, don't stop, keep swinging, keep rising, don't stop, stay on top, and be your own greatest defender.
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All We Know
00:54
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I’m finally set free from faith and belief,
Ive finally cut the ties between truth and the lies.
All the things that held me back were the truth but I did not listen
I’ve finally let loose, my patience is my proof.
It’s the hours I spent awake.
It’s all I can take to write a song to cut your core.
What we’ve been taught is what we know to separate the facts and to hold onto what’s truly ours.
It’s the heroes that are made in every lasting chorus, and the bottles in the bar are the only things standing still and I cant keep myself from choking on another broken promise that pushed me further away from this fake ass scene. It’s the worst mistakes I’ve made. It’s what keeps me up at night. And all the people I know are not my fucking friends.
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Pride and Failure
01:17
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Sometimes we just can't get it right,
and I know I've said this a hundred times,
But I know, this is true. I know this every move.
This will pray on the strong and destroy all that outlives.
It breeds in the victory and spreads throughout the spoils.
Pride and failure will overflow.
This place is so fucking tragic.
Empty streets all leading back into one another.
How am I always last?
How am I always last to realize?
How am I always fucked?
Dear Bastard,
this won't be easy and I never said it would.
Survival is long lost.
And if the sky cracks apart, and total torment is at hand,
may it lose it's grip.
But let this flood end this drought.
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Call the Cops
00:51
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I can see how this could be the only thing left for me.
It's such a shame how things can go wrong.
Some day soon things will change,
but until then I've got nothing left.
I can't believe things are going wrong, it's not how I planned. to be like this forever. just wasting my time with you all.
Call the cops, send in the plague.
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All We Own
00:46
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Broke and beaten down
Probably won't spend it
Probably just lose it.
Probably won't spend it,
probably just lose it.
You know I've lost everything, and I don't want anything.
Probably lose my mind,
probably just go blind.
probably lose my mind,
probably just go blind
Break my heart and take all my drugs, fuck all my friends.
You know I've lost everything, and I don't want anything.
Break my nose and take everything I fucking own.
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Hard Loss
01:02
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Every day I handle my defeat
and my fucking deal is waiting for these ties to cut off. Obviously I’m bounded by my hate
or maybe its just me that cant let go.
Just let go.
I couldn’t breathe.
My own hands around my neck.
This cant be it for me.
An honest death for a king.
Poor luck in hard times.
Erase the lines and forget the stories you wanted to be true
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Loose Lips
01:13
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I spent my life in line, so I can; so I can satisfy my mind and maybe we'll get fucked up so we can get down. I can't wait for next weekend so I can leave town and find a new spot to call our own just like back home, just like the one before it changed, before we knew could have been anything better than we are right now. I hope this whole fucking town burns to the filthy ground that we ran down laughing and screaming and cursing up to god and chanting for more... I want more. I don't know what to say, I'm to blame for what I do today, but it's all the things I just can't keep away. It makes me stronger than I was yesterday. It's the booze and the drugs; it's the cops with their guns; it's the place that I'm from and its trash and its scum... and I can't get enough.
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