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Armageddapocalypse
01:42
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On my way home I thought about the world: Drench everything in gasoline and let it drip.. from my head down to my fingertips. Every time I turn around it seems that there's a problem found and I gotta get this off my chest. It's hard enough to feel alive while living on someone else's time and I'm so sick of it. Every clip I seem to read and every newscast that I see it just brings me down. Everybody that I know has no time to feel alone, yea, the clocks running out.
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Life's a Beach?
01:57
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Had a bad week so I'll hit the streets with my new friends. We'll head to Smiths Point Beach, wash away our problems in the sea, exactly what I need. I can't be easily comforted by long walks in the rain (or) running across the tracks just before the train. Had to clear my mind, like those blue skies, get my head out of the sand. I knew where to go, man, this feels like home. We're all doing the best we can. With burnt skin and bloodshot eyes we forget about the harder times. I smell the salt and sand, my summers last stand, it's finally nice to feel alive. I can't be easily comforted by long walks in the rain or running across the tracks just seconds before the train.
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Grow Up or Shut Up
02:29
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Everybody's heard the news and will thank you, you never think about what you say. It's not much I'm asking for, no one listens anymore, they shouldn't have in the first place. You don't care who's there when you speak out and the effect it has on me, I'm not asking you to lie, but if you could, next time, get your story straight. Could we be more than what you take us for? Simple minds that have the time to digest every bullshit line. All this small town talking, I shrug and keep on walking, you're so boring I couldn't even care. And now it's all coming back to you, you could say you finally got what's due. As for me, I sleep easily because I don't live to deceive. All this small town talking, I shrug and keep on walking, you're so boring I couldn't even care. All this small town talking, deaf, blind, you keep on walking. Crossing lines you should've known were there. You thought you had something to prove, looks like the truth made a liar out of you.
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Wildcard, Bitches
03:24
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Heading down the roads that take us home, I gotta get back to where I came from. It's been to long since I've heard the sounds of those I love breaking down. Too many wrongs and too little right, need a change that's not in sight. I can't help, I can only smile, might as well join the denial. I will fool myself just like everyone else. You don't want the help, I won't lend the hand, don't want to listen, won't take the stand, I'm not gonna fool myself. Long lost: dear friends, lovers, kinship.
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