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Burn
02:52
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Burn it down to the ground.
Watch it blaze and hear the sound.
Embers crack and flames exhausted.
Emphasizing what you lost.
Burn that bridge when it’s crossed.
Clear perspective has been lost.
There was no time to think this through.
What’s done is done that much it true.
Burn it down! Burn it down right to the ground!
Another night, another fight.
Best laid plans never go right.
Got so sick of all the shit.
Happens more than I’ll admit.
The anger swells, the stakes are weighed.
The feeling you have been betrayed.
And this is not worth all the scratch.
Turn and laugh then toss the match.
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2. |
Pretty Sure We Partied
02:31
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When I think about the things that we did when we were young, I'm pretty sure we should have died.
All the nights we stayed out tryin' to see how far we'd go, the times we got lost in our lies.
There were no consequences, at least none we cared about enough to make us stop our fun.
The hangovers were hiccups, the battles fought were small. We always felt like we had won.
Pretty sure we should have died!
Pretty sure we should have died!
When I think about the shit we did !
I'm sure we should have died!
Pretty sure we should have died!
Pretty sure we should have died!
When I think about the shit we did !
I'm sure we should have died!
We would plan to make mistakes we would count on breaking rules and we would never thing things through.
The night it had no ending, our livers felt no pain. We never really had a clue!
It was never paint-by-numbers, it was never cut & dry. It was more like fill in the blank.
We would never surrender or let good judgement win. It was a ship that never sank! (Aaaaaahhhh!)
Hey! Ho!
Hey! Ho!
Hey-Hey!
Ho!-Ho!
The hole in my heart never made it to my head. That doesn't mean I never tried.
The drink in my hand made a mess of my mind and the fun became the lies.
Pistol whipped and beaten and kicked when I'm down, this cat is runnin' low on lies.
Not a noticeable regret though, but still a fuck ton of good times!
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Hereditary
03:19
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Growing up, I never had a doubt that someday growing old I'd look just like my dad
Though as the years creep up with deceptive speed, these daunting odds contrast assumptions long foregone
All along what seemed like nagging lines, I merely failed to see the forest for the trees
Hindsight has found a clarity and humility, appreciation for the values I wish I could have applied
So sorry guys, not like I haven't tried
But, by 25 a part of me had died
You paved the way, a paragon to see
So the failure's mine, your union's just my dream
Coming round, full circle now, it's spanned the ups and downs
Disappointment chased by fleeting pride
But now I know, young child does erase shortcomings past
Lucky not too late, hope worth the wait
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4. |
Robot Inside
03:21
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Thinking aloud I rarely think much now
The program is set were left with autopilot
Making sad January resolutions
An earlier chapter such thoughts unneeded
I'm trying to fight this strange robot inside
My memory fails to recall creative visions
I guess this is what happens to ones mind
The daily routine takes hold, won't let go easy
I'm easy, so pleasing
Repetitive lines aren't what I had in mind (had in mind)
Somewhere along the way I go so lazy (got so lazy)
The future depends on capturing some semblance of the past (capturing the past)
Youth and the vibrant life must make this comeback
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5. |
Boys in Blue
02:13
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Come on U!
Come on U!
Come on Union!
Come on U!
Come on U!
Come on Union!
*Chorus
Watch the Union score!
Defend the River End!
Watch the Union score!
We love our Boys in Blue!
Our boys on the pitch and their running the field
We’re going to cheer them until we raise the shield
Join or die!
Join or die!
Join or die, The Union!
Join or die!
Join or die!
Join or die, The Union!
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History
03:32
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Complacency is fine and status quo. You can’t get lost if you don’t go.
It’s safe and warm inside this home and nothing is ever overblown.
The air is stale, and it is sad, when nothing can go bad.
You’re not fearless, when there’s no fear and you are always staying clear.
We don’t know where we will go, what we will see or time will show.
So, make mistakes, take a chance, experiment or change your stance.
You can’t thrive if you don’t try and you will always question why.
I’d rather fail and know what if then have this static cause a riff.
So just step out, there is no net, and hell there’s no sure bet.
A lesson learned is the worst case, scars and a trace.
You can fake until you make it and learn all the unknown.
Your comfort zone needs a new border, add some chaos to this order.
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Stick it Out
03:52
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Stranded now, lifeline is gone; a helpless feeling and it defies words
Lonely now, you say you're fine, and lying's so much easier to hide
Broken down, pervasive fear; when will things return and what will change forever more?
How can one begin to heal when suffering and cure are intertwined?
Patience now, trite words ring true
Just stick it out, let's wait it out
Smile and know you won't lose your hair
Have faith in time this too shall pass
Barely there, gasping for air
A sign or indication that she's there to repair what's damn unfair
Was it known how much I cared?
Enough to stick things out 'til it stops raining
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