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This Train
03:00
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They will never get the best of you, cause they have never gone what you’ve gone through. What couldn’t she do in that dress? Now all eyes fix to see who is next.
After everyone had watched him grow, he needed no direction home. What couldn’t he do with that sound? Now all doubts fall straight to the to the ground. To the ground.
This Train Wont Surrender.
Cause These Tracks Go Forever.
And Nothing Else Ever Mattered.
This Train Won’t Surrender.
Cause These Tracks Go Forever.
And Nothing Else Ever Mattered.
To A Train That Wont Surrender.
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2. |
Just Us
02:28
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There’s no justice, it just us. So don’t let me down.
We stand toe to toe
Walk mile for mile and go pound for pound.
Sharp your wits so
To slit their wrist so
Learn to miss hope
The subtleties known
There’s no justice, it just us. So don’t let me down.
We stand toe to toe
Walk mile for mile and go pound for pound.
If there’s no freedom then leave em, or read em their rights.
Cause they know, Cause they’ve been told that the greatest things take great sacrifice.
There’s no justice, it just us. So don’t let me down.
We stand toe to toe
Walk mile for mile and go pound for pound.
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3. |
At This Pace
02:46
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It was a cliche long day a westward expressway, it felt more than its worth. We did fine got by, simply simplified, and denied it ever occurred.
At this pace, we’ll soon be late to where we don’t want to be.
And at this peace, we will soon mistake what we want for what we need.
Went back east to make my peace, the only proof the receipts. Best decide when and where I gotta lay. In a backlash, back draft simple come back. It felt like I had left the same day.
At this pace, what will be our fate? I guess well wait and see.
And at this pace please have faith and just rely on me.
She didn’t make a sound as her world kept falling down, what has pasted has left and what’s to come you can’t expect.
She carried that weight with out a single complaint, frustrated not upset, disappointment not regret.
When ask to compare her hope and despair, She said you make it as you go and only turst what you know.
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4. |
Back To Chicago
02:16
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Something’s I won’t comprehend and something’s I’ll never say again. One day you’ll sway away from me, sway away from me.
White eyed road ill let you know. It’s a long drive back to Chicago. In this car with just the radio, I find that holding on means letting go.
The paths we walk, will some day cross so until then wont you laugh it off, wont you dance it off.
The paths we walk will some day cross until then wont you laugh it off wont you laugh it off.
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5. |
Be Grateful
02:47
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You don’t know me
You don’t owe me
So be grateful for your own dam friends, grateful that we all can dance.
You look lonely
Will you show me
Whats underneath that dress you wear whats underneath the looks you share.
You seem forward, but tortured.
Did something occur, do you need closure?
Am I your ris-kay, escape?
You want to leave this dance hall
You want to wait for last call
You want to run away or do you want to stay
And will you let your heart choose and watch your bones move
Take a ride in your skin tonight.
Because you found me
And that’s not easy
You got lucky
That I felt lonely
You’re my ris-kay escape.
When you decide you cant deny what you want and what you feel inside. Your eyes cant tell what these lips sell I left you in a personal hell. This story will go how I see, cause my words pull like gravity and when you sway you sway with me until your just my memory.
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6. |
Doing The Math
03:21
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I get a kick from the medication
The trips always better than the destination
I dress appropriate to what’s expectable
Cause it’s a sex drive to stay alive so fuck it all…
You go one, two, three and now your counting your steps and for everyone you took you took another two back. And you go “holly shit” now your counting your breaths and everyone one you had you wanted a cigarette.
You grow old doing the math.
So don’t let this pass.
You grow old getting it back.
So don’t let this pass.
I’m sorry for the tone when I ask are we clear
I’ve been saying to myself so no body could hear.
I find myself growing older than my peers because one instant defined a year.
You grow old doing the math.
So don’t let this pass.
You grow old getting it back.
So don’t let this pass.
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7. |
Luckiest Sons A Bitch
02:48
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You were the luckiest sons a bitch
That I have ever seen
You sold vibrating oxygen
Directly to me
I warned you we were taking over
And I told you we would run this show, so watch us go.
You were the luckiest sons a bitch
That I’ve ever met
Had a fist full of cash to count
Smoking a cigarette
I warned you we were taking over
And I told you we were gunning for the top, and we wont stop, and we cant stop.
You were the luckiest sons a bitch
That I’ve ever known
Had everyone backing you
You’d still do it alone.
He warned me I was talking over
And he told me “Boy you aim for the moon, cause you were the luckiest sons a bitch I ever knew. That I ever knew.”
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8. |
Hypnotist
03:43
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Shy Technology Chicago, Illinois
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