1. |
Magic City Blues
02:14
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This place is hell and I am trapped
Can't shake it off, Can't get away
All roads out, Go back the same way
So I sit here lost
Day after Day
Magic City Blues
another vacant night
maybe I should cave
maybe it's not worth the fight
This place is hell and I am trapped
Can't shake it off, Can't get away
All roads out, Go back the same way
So I sit here lost
Day after Day
Magic City Blues
another vacant night
maybe I should cave
maybe it's not worth the fight
But I'll keep on
fighting my way
out of this rut
I'll have my day
I'll have my day
I'll have my day
I'LL HAVE MY DAY
Dust myself off
fuck it all
this place won't be my curtain call
embrace the humid soggy air
most are class-obsessed
but I don't care
at a show with all my friends
won't let the blues get me again
head on straight
I see it clear
Magic City Blues, I'll never fear
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2. |
Last Grain of Sand
02:19
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They say that life’s a gamble
So let’s raise the stakes
They say that life’s a gamble
So let’s raise the stakes
By the end
I’ll say that I’m … ok
A commodity for those deserving
Don’t let it slip
Minutes fleeting, hours passing
Enjoy the ride
But we’re off, off the tracks
There’s no return
To what we had, what we’ve lost
Let this world burn
Pour a little gas
Light these flames
When the smoke bellows
We’ll see who’s to blame
Years go by, it all decays
Crumbling
Have we earned these lives
Or what we deserve
So take each day, nothing for granted
This life moves fast
So just try and get it right
Can’t regret the past
Pour a little gas
Light these flames
When the smoke bellows
We’ll see who’s to blame
So this is where it ends (GET IT RIGHT)
Can we comprehend (GET IT RIGHT)
What each grain is worth (GET IT RIGHT)
Witness our rebirth
I. CAN’T. WASTE. MY FUCKING. TIME.
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3. |
No Light
04:04
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I say my heart is empty
But don’t believe a word I say
The words of others get me through this
Day after day
But I’ll scream out
FUCK THE WORLD
Masking vulnerability
Hoping I can get back to a time
When I loved me for me
Carried this anger from the day
Since I was very young
With too much to get off my chest
Too much making me numb
This glass heart isn’t fractured yet
It’s still got some life
I am my own worst enemy
But I’ll still do what is right
Remind me in the mornings
Of what I said last night
Whether I was full of love
Or just starting a fight
Ignore the roads and miles between
It’s temporary shit
Sometimes I’m a cold hearted bastard
But there’s more to life than this
This glass heart isn’t fractured yet
It’s still got some life
I am my own worst enemy
But I’ll still do what is right
So I write these words and letters
These envelopes are sealed
Echoing from the depths
With no real mass appeal
Remove your heart
From this mess
I’ll say run for the hills
And slam my first in fucking rage
Because it’s not really how I feel
What. We. Do. IN THE SHADOWS
Will. Come. To. LIGHT
What. We. Do. IN THE SHADOWS
Will. Come. To. LIGHT
WON’T YOU JUST SEE MY FUCKING LIGHT
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5. |
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I don’t care about your bullshit lies
I never hear what your're selling to me
Line your pockets and you're on the take
Pander to your needs through constituency
Red or Blue, It’s all the same
Push your agenda other party’s to blame
Sell my rights to the highest bidder
Claim your holy and we’re labeled sinners
Other side is who you blame
Seven figures just to know my name
Our lives are pawns just in your game
Red or Blue it’s all the fucking same
I don’t care about your bullshit lies
I never hear what you're selling to me
Line your pockets and you're on the take
Pander to your needs through constituency
Red or Blue, It’s all the same
Push your agenda other party’s to blame
Sell my rights to the highest bidder
Claim your holy and we’re labeled sinners
Other side it who you blame
Seven figures just to know my name
Our lives are pawns just in your game
Red or Blue it’s all the fucking same
WE. ARE. SICK. OF YOUR LIES
WE. WILL. NOT. COMPROMISE
WE. ARE. SICK. OF YOUR LIES
WE. WILL. NOT. COMPROMISE
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“The Bottle Wont Get Me Tonight”
Running away from your troubles
Deep in the bottle
Drown all your sorrows and numb it
Deep in the bottle
Losing all feelings my troubles are
Deep in the bottle
Escaping existence and all hope
Deep in the bottle
These broken shards of glass
Drown memories from my past
It's time to fix my life
Because the bottle won't get me tonight
Oh
So I repair the pieces
Smashing the bottle
Remove the poison from my veins
Smashing the bottle
These broken shards of glass
Drown memories from my past
It's time to fix my life
Because the bottle won't get me tonight
These broken shards of glass
Drown memories from my past
These broken shards of glass
Drown memories from my past
My friends and family
Never gave up on me
It takes a couple tries
Not once to get it right
From pounding wine and beers
Now been clean for ten years
My support got me right
And now the bottle won't get me tonight
The bottle won't get me
The bottle won't get me
The bottle won't get me
The bottle won't get me
TONIGHT
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