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Mammoth HIll
03:29
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Mammoth hill
Blood unfulfilled
With a hard grip
The day is slowly turning
No matter how hard I try
To speed it up
I'm forgetting my memories
And learning
I may not believe
In tomorrow anymore
Little left around
This dirty old town
Old houses
With only a silent sound
No matter how hard I try
To speed it up
I'm forgetting my memories
And learning
I may not believe
In tomorrow anymore
Today is the only day
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2. |
Moon Take Me Home
03:03
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all is alright
Stillness is fair
A comforting feeling keeping me bare
A home
To keep me here
Satisfied and away from all fear
But you can't seize the way that darkness appears
It comes again and again
A dream
All is warm is seems
The bright sun heats up our fate
Pushing all
our troubles away
You can only try to stay the same
But you can't seize the way that darkness appears
Its the end of the night
Moon take me home
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3. |
Gutter Money
02:27
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Long live the lost days of life
Jobs ain't coming
Everyone holds a knife
I've been drinking in public
And I know you do too
What aint fair is having nothing to lose
Gutter money
Il always have you
I had a girl
she didn't know if she had me too
There is something about
Two people hand cuffed together
If freedom is to let loose
Lonliness may be my only noose
Gutter money
Let's hold a truce
I've been walking home my whole life
Find someone new
I just might
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4. |
Bourbon And The Truth
02:37
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It all starts with a burning flame
Getting out of trouble rolling again
Through these eastern woods we ride
Sick of each other we soon decide
With a bottle of bourbon and the truth
Once again we have found our youth
And now we're misunderstood
With only nonsense to prove
we never really could
From so many times before
You think we would have learned
That burning bridges wasn't the only solution
And now we all end up burned
With a bottle of bourbon and the truth
Once again we have found our youth
And now were misunderstood
With only nonsense to prove
We never really could
Full of emotion
A depth so fatal
Spoken devotion
Ends with a bottle and a pale
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Boys are out tonight
Drinking blue
Watching the fight
Working at the bar is alright
You want me to get a new job
Il decide on that
If this love is as good
As a Labatt or better
I puked on your sweater
When I got home
I wish I could be a better man
I wish I could be here for you
But I can't
I just can't
Save that check for the future
What are you kidding
Is this torture
The damn kids don't know what's what
I know you love them alot
Alot more the me
You settled in
Next to our kin
And I ain't ready for that
I'm out of here and that's that
I wish i could be a better man
I wish i could be here for you
But I can't
I just can't
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6. |
If This Was My Last Song
03:35
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If this was my last song
That I wrote know I spoke of only
Life puzzles i could not figure out
If this was my last song
I'd give you all a taste of my selfish waste
But that I still thought about you all day to day
How much you mean to me
If this was my last song
I'd say I never knew right from wrong
But I followed my heart
And that's all weve ever done all along
Even the killer
That left fear in all of our eyes
But somehow its a surprise
Somehow we hold on
Until we lose sight of our size
All along
We've tried to figure out right from wrong
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7. |
Here We Are Again
02:59
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Back down into the avenue
Of my heart
The flame always burns out
You always come back with a spark
Holding on to a feeling
Means more then our lives with no meaning
We never wait for eachother
But here we are again
There is no settling in this new world
I'd rather leave it unsettled
You will leave again
And I will feel the weight of metal
Holding on to a feeling
means more then our lives with no meaning
We never wait for eachother
But here we are again
Here we are again
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