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Run Around
02:52
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In Paris I got drunk with an Irishman
Then I got straight in down in Thailand
You can run around the world
And never find yourself
You might think you’re better off dead
Or in a living hell
I’ve spit shit with an Aussie on the outs
Deciding what I cannot live without
And between it all I found chaos
I’d bet it all on a coin toss
And then eat the loss
You can run around the world
And never find yourself
You might think your better off dead
Or in a living hell
You can run around the world
Run around the world
You can run around the world
And never find yourself
You might think your better off dead
Or in a living hell
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Bittersweet
02:03
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In the palm of your hand, the world in motion
Are you tuned in?
Take your faith in total defeat,
They’ll feed you sickness on the feed these days, and call it relief
The catalyst comes without warning
Now raise your black flag of revolution
It’s bittersweet, it takes the loss of a heartbeat
Rally up Rally up Rally up the revolution’s calling
Dissentient’s clad in black, can you hear the streets? (They say)
We need justice for Breonna Taylor, so we can trust the police
If you think you’re gonna find shelter in this
Unbridled storm (it's coming down!) of viral shit
You’re in for a shock, there is no escaping the grip
Because the kids got guns and privilege -
They ain’t afraid to use it
We want justice for Breonna Taylor so we can trust the police
How can we protect ourselves
If we can’t trust each other
How can we protect ourselves
If we can’t trust each other
How can we protect ourselves
If we can’t fucking trust each other
When the kids got guns and privilege
They ain’t afraid to use it
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I Woke Up This Way
03:59
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I don’t know what happened, I woke up like this
I’m not sure who I’ve been
Let alone who I am
I hope I stay this way, like i’ve been forged by force and flame
Now the rhythms feel like they used to
I hear a song in the night, off that I take my cue
To slide a little bit smoother through these crowded rooms,
Bleeding confidence in my steadfast moves
Calling from the bottom of this ragged heart
To the wreck I left in my wake
I’ve been crawling from the bottom of an early grave
I woke up this way
I’m not the same
I’m not sure what happened, but I’m trying to dress these wounds
Battle scars from story’s of which l was not a party to
These calm, collected seas
Used to rage inside me
So unforgiving
For the first time in years, I’m composed and focused
Like great film classics, our grandparents would show us
This is the best part, the triumph of the hopeless
You bet your ass this time I’m going to own this
Calling from the bottom of this ragged heart
To the wreck I left in my wake
I’ve been crawling from the bottom of an early grave
I woke up this way
I’m not the same
I’m not sure what to say
I woke up this way
I’m not the same
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On Those Vines
03:44
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This one may tread those shallow waters
But I hope you can read BEtween the lines at times
When my voice comes in so soft and subtle (Can you hear me?)
Still speaking from the same perspective my words are my disguise
I’ve tasted excess
I woke up with whiskey, and fell asleep with wine
At my best, my blood grew on those vines
I know you’ve never had faith in all my stories
My head gets lost in an English city
Where my heart beats obsessively steady
I gave it all, I’m still giving;
Like a brief romance, I grapple with new phases
I could spend the rest of my life playing to empty rooms on stages
Too small for a four piece band (Can you feel it)
As long as I’m living 2 months a year in a van
I’ve tasted excess
I woke up with whiskey, I fell asleep with wine
At my best, I grew from those vines
I know you’ve never had faith in all my stories
My head gets lost in an English city
A heart beats obsessively steady
I gave it all but I’m still giving;
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5. |
Lineman
03:39
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My father was a lineman
To this day, the hardworking type
That’s all he’s ever known
He’s been working his hands to the bone
I’ll tell you what
I was born
With a fury in my blood
I’d bottle up, most nights I would find that’s enough
Tonight it won’t be enough
Ruminate, days eat away
You’re biding time, intent on change
What’s in a name, anyway?
I’ll tell you,
I was born with rebellion in my blood
I’ll tell you what, there’s times defiance is not enough
Like when they say
“You are your fathers son”
Don’t tell me where I come from
I bottle up I give a fuck, but I have my reasons
I’ll tell you I,
I was born with rebellion in my blood
I'll tell you what, sometimes defiance won't be enough
Now when they say
“You are your fathers son”
Don’t tell me where I come from
I’ll tell you what, I don't give a fuck, I have my reasons
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Suburban punk rock from the great pacific northwest.
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