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Waiting for the Devil
04:14
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Waiting for the devil
It’s overrated, the pressures on, you’re on your own
I hope you find your way home.
I’ll be waiting, doors unlocked and lights all on
It’s not fair, it’s complicated, and I wish that you were here.
It burns like hell, coming up, and going down
We took the long way around.
We’re screaming, but no one hears a sound (guess what I found)
It’s not fair, it’s complicated, I wish that after all this time, I would have found some answers.
It’s not fair, it’s complicated, and I wish that you were here.
Disillusioned, Far too often. Proceed with caution.
Under diagnosed, over medicated. I’m lost and exhausted.
It’s not fair (I’m lost and exhausted)
It’s complicated (I’m lost and exhausted)
I wish that you were here.
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Thunder Gun
02:39
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Give me a reason, not to let go. The one I have is getting old. And its useless. I’m getting sick and tired of my own excuses.
Someday, somewhere, in some drunken conversation, maybe I was mentioned. No man left behind. No hesitation.
I found myself, lost again, and now I’m back where I began.
What are you waiting for, the answer was always here. Did it break your heart to realize nobody cares. The feeling of drowning, I’m bleeding out on the floor. So much for second chances, I don’t want those anymore.
I found myself, lost again. Now I’m back where I began
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No Reply
01:47
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I don’t believe a thing you say; fool me twice, shame on me.
You’re movin out, I’m moving on. Don’t look for me I’m already gone
I know your tryin, but don’t try. In the end ill only make you cry
I told you once, I’ve told you twice, when you text me next week, I won’t reply!
We can’t be friends; we can’t be lovers, if we only get along when we’re under the covers.
Were no good together, when the road gets rough and there’s shitty weather
Go away, leave me alone, and delete my name and number from your phone
I’ve told you once, I’ve told you twice, when you text me next week, I won’t reply
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4. |
Mid life Crisis
02:21
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I’m getting older, more distinguished; I’m up 3 times a night to take a piss.
My back hurts, my knees hurt, I still cram my gut, into my bad religion shirt.
I’m going bald, I’m going grey, it’s going great…I’m overweight.
I should give up and just let go, or put the kids to bed and head to the punk rock show.
This is my midlife crisis, its starting to show
This is my midlife crisis, HEY, HO.
Now that I’m on the back nine, I’m feeling fine
We should party all the time.
Three kids, two cars, maxi’ out all the credit cards
I’m barely holding this together. This getting older aint getting any better.
Here comes an oldie, but a goodie,
That’s my favorite song, how could this be?
I used to be cool, “ They don’t say cool anymore.”
I better get off the dance floor.
This is my midlife crisis, it’s starting to show
This is my midlife crisis, HEY, HO.
Now that I’m on the back nine, I’m feeling fine
We should party all the time. (Well,.. not all the time)
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5. |
Let Me Go
03:17
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We thought we knew better. Just two young kids in love
We both had our secrets. We couldn’t share when push came to shove.
Living with each other was like living alone. I’m so much better off now on my own.
Let me go
There were things you taught me. I’ve shown you things you never knew
We would grow together. When i heard the news I knew that it was true
Living with each other was like living alone. I’m so much better off now on my own.
Let me go
Searching for the answers. I won’t shed another tear
There are a million places out there. I’m sure you’re welcome anywhere but here
Living with each other was like living alone. I will make this better on my own
Let me go…
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I'm Not Alright
03:22
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I close my eyes, Only for a moment. I hate these long goodbyes.
I promise not to write, long pretentious messages like the one the other night.
I’m not alright, I’ll be ok.
I won’t be seeing you around. If we had one thing in common, we both hate this burnt out town.
I promise, I don’t care; about all your broken promises, so blissfully unaware that..
I’m not alright, I’ll be ok.
We were dumb when we were young. That’s how it’s supposed to be. You get knocked down on your ass. You get back up on your feet. We were in love when we were young. That’s how it seemed to me. Everybody’s moving on. I will too… eventually.
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Drumstick
03:13
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This has been a long year, harder than the last,
I think I’m through with getting screwed, and then I get fucked up the ass
Life’s not what you make it, it’s a bitch and then you die.
I wanna stick this drumstick thru my eye
I know it’s not the prettiest; the way that we always get pissed,
And fight too much but the makeup sex is great
If we had to do this all again, I’m sure you’d still fuck all friends,
You’re just somebody I could never hate
It’s too little, too late.
When it rains it pours, but without the rain we’d starve
The sunlight gives you cancer just like other star
Two steps forward, two steps back, I don’t know why I try
I wanna stick this drumstick thru my eye
I don’t think I can deal with it, all your friends and all their shit
I’d rather put a bullet in my brain, after all these years a can admit,
I’m the best you could ever get. I’m sure your new boyfriend can say the same
- Fuck this shit, I’m through with the games. - Too little too late.
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