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Dirtbag
02:28
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This body's built to stand up
To petty tyrants and the corrupt
The ones who burn you out
The ones who tear you down
Politicians sell the plans to the city
To mafia farm team lackeys
Is anyone even fucking listening?
To the words from their mouths?
The way they run this town?
Because I'm a dirtbag faking a game of lonesome dove
Never satisfied with what I've got, so I just want more
And it hurts to know you felt that way
Because I acted so selfishly
And I've learned a lot about myself, but I can't go back
I hate summer and it comes through
In every single thing I try to do
The sun, it burns me out,
The heat, it cuts me down
I don't wanna float down the river
Or get patio beers down at Sisters
I feel bad enough for my liver
The state of this town, is the fate of this town
My personal guilt for being human
Is bigger than you can well imagine
and I'm not fearless, more like a tangent
These words don't sound like words,
they don't make a sound
Because I'm a dirtbag faking a game of lonesome dove
Never satisfied with what I've got, so I just want more
And it hurts to know you felt that way
Because I acted so selfishly
And I've learned a lot about myself, but I can't go back
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Fairly Squarely
03:58
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I'd often tell you what I dream about
Forgotten lives, familiar faces
You couldn't translate a goddamned thing for me
The beauty lived in a place that came and went with the night
Can you shed a little light for me?
On the forests and the snow, that come vibrant like they're alive
But in the daylight, they'll reiterate one common goal:
to kill the dreamer in you
Kinda didn't even realize
Just where and when the shift took place
These things happen slowly and subtly
We watch in shock and awe as the majesty gets stripped away
Can you shed a little light for me?
On the blood in the snow, that comes straight from the horse's mouth
And in the shadows, they'll wait until you're on your own
Then kill the dreamer in you
They'll kill the dreamer in you
They'll kill the dreamer in me
They'll bring the system to it's knees
They'll kill the dreams of us
They'll kill the dreams of them
Don't let them look you in the eyes
Hold on, because we're not finished yet
And it's up to us to realize that
The final nail in the coffin is your to hammer down.
Can you flat-out fucking lie to me
Just to keep me bold
To give me strength to carry on
Because they're on the doorstep,
and delivering one common fate
To kill the dreamer in you
Ya they'll kill the dreams of us
Ya they'll kill the dreams of them
Don't let them look you in the eyes
Froggy eyes
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For the Birds
02:20
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The light changes and you're already gone
You take it one step too far then you ask for forgiveness
And I admit, it's just easier that way
But you act, so foolishly
My calendar says it's mighty close to time
When the birds fly south, take my mood with them
I admit it's harder this way
Why cant they stay?
And keep me company?
Down here.
Why do I want what lord knows I'll never have
Who dealt me the worlds' worst hand?
It's on my hands
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Colors
03:54
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You should be proud of what you've got
But you're tired, so tired
When summer's heat sucks the words right out of your mouth
The curve in your spine, is as hungover as you are
Tell me about the colors
The flags we sew to ourselves
Tell me about your love
If God didn't exist, it would be necessary to invent him
Tall orders every day of the week
You call in your favors as an excuse to speak
The routine will dissipate
As the landscape changes
And I can't tolerate another night in this heat
Tell me about the colors
The flags we sew to ourselves and what they mean
Tell me about your love
If God didn't exist, it would be necessary to invent him .
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