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You Left The Party
03:01
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You left the party, now you're walking home in the dark.
A shadow with your name.
A shadow with your face on it.
The train will pass through the night, it's always the same.
It's pulling you awake.
It's making you feel holy again.
Is it you or the walls you're talking to?
They look at you the same, every hour, every day anyway.
Before you leave them, you're breathing with every step.
You run to catch your breath,
You run around in circles, I guess.
The lines blur when you disappear from view.
You are alone again.
You left the party, now you're walking home in the dark.
A shadow with your name.
A shadow with your face on it.
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True Blue
03:29
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I am the lioness
I hold the babes to my chest
I will build my nest and care for two.
Don't you think about it now,
I'm gonna raise them proud,
and I will teach them how to be True Blue.
Oh, when the winds they change
and carry clouds that bring the rain,
Does it make you feel the same as you used to?
Oh, and the cubs they howl,
when they open up their mouths,
and the sound that's coming out,
is True Blue.
Time will change. Do you think it's changed you now?
Does it make you feel rich to be pure?
I've been looking, and there's something I've found,
I know I'm sure.
When you think about it now, True blue, the truest blue.
I know the truth, true blue, it was the truest blue.
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Civilization's Dying
04:45
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Don't you ever dare try and double cross him again,
Don't you know your place? With your back to the fence, oh no.
He's a wolf in servants clothes.
Ain't nobody ever told you that the worth of a man,
Is determined by the weapon he holds in his hand, oh no.
Well, that's just the way it goes.
Civilization's dying. We keep being reminded,
The rich get fat and scratch each other's backs in the setting sun.
Civilization's dying. Throw a party to commemorize it.
They'll steal the lsat red cent from your bloody hands,
When the dealing is done.
We'll be buried in debt, even after we're dead.
They'll take the shirt off your back, and the sheets from your bed.
Our tomb stones all will read, "Been repossessed"
From the shirt off your back to the sheets on your bed.
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Garbage Beach
03:19
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I woke up today, walked around,
It's morning in my town,
To the CVS drugstore, got the coffee,
and I'm brewing it right now,
It's not my brand, but it's percolating,
making that nice sound,
the sun is up now, another day spent living in the south.
Everybody hurts, take the lines you know and,
flip them in reverse, night swimming's fun,
in a crowded pool when everyone is drunk,
jump off the rope with me, into the water,
down at garbage beach, lay in the sand,
with the broken bottles and the soda cans.
I want you to know, and i hope you understand.
the train's passing through, but he'll be back again
when the winter wind's like a biting mouth
a breeze is blowing beautifully down south.
I want you to know and understand
the coffee's cold in the coffee can
and the place where I was born and raised
calls to me lately
through the summer haze.
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Rust
04:12
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I'm walking away from it now.
I'm not talking, I wouldn't make a sound.
The rail cars all seem to say,
that to rest here is to rust that way.
The simple life, is it what you crave?
You're of simple mind, you earn a simple wage.
Tip a bottle, suck on a flame,
If you want to, before the daylight fades away.
"Everything dies...", that's a fact I heard,
While riding in your car, I was a passenger,
It was morning, we woke up with the birds,
And the dawning of something.
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Gun Song
03:42
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When I was young, I found a gun,
Aimed straight for the setting sun,
Now I know the damage done.
When I was young, I was depressed,
The world seemed lonely, as was I
Aimed that gun straight for the sky
Everybody says "Oh, to be young"
They wanna write their names on the sun.
Everybody says it, but they're wrong.
When I was young, I rode my bike,
Past the old barn every night,
Until Mother lit the front porch light.
Everybody says "Oh, to be young"
They wanna write their names on the sun.
Everybody says it, but they're wrong.
When I was young I took my gun,
I found a hole for it to lie,
And I buried it beneath that sky.
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