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Get Dressed, Do Nothing
04:20
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Holes in sheetrock beaten in rage,
Want that power but I’m too afraid
To escape these four walls,
Nowhere to go but down the hall
No one to call, nothing to say,
You haven’t heard a hundred better ways
Putting on my finest clothes,
dressed up nowhere to go
I want to say something so true,
it drives the hook right on through
I stumble on my words again
The truth is so damn hard to bend
Flip on the tube just to see,
What I’m missing out on the street
It’s nothing much I’d care to do
I can’t spend that time with you
I want to say...
So why can’t I even try,
to drag myself outside
Into the sun have some fun,
Before it comes undone
‘Cause when I come out, all about,
I seen the shadow of your doubt
It stalks my street, haunts my sleep,
Like the ghosts we were born to be
And I want to say,
We try to say,
We could never say it
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They spread the word you left this earth,
The whispers I overheard
Some little shit was snickering,
All the gravity lost on him
So a rumor floats in a sea of jokes,
Everybody thinks they know what you never told
People talk so loud, but they know nothing about...
Shut your mouth...
Did you need a friend to hold your hand,
just let you say it all with no judgement?
You missed the dance, I missed the chance,
Now I'm still here doing what I can
And I'm sorry Dan they don't understand,
And they're not mine to command
People talk so loud, but they know nothing about...
Shut your mouth...
Did you come back home to these selfish streets,
That don't know you, they don't know me,
Where the spoiled people all believe,
Somehow they're just free to speak,
Without having to stop and think about what their words really mean,
That the things they say can cut like knives,
Like the one they said was in your side,
Now they're being rude and acting snide when they put you down,
Call you suicide
And it's not like I knew you well, but I been through that same hell,
and now my ruined lungs could never push the air
To tell you how much I really care...I just...shut my mouth.
Do you wanna die? Do you wanna die? Would you wanna die? Would you wanna die? Well I don't wanna die and you don't wanna die...if you don't wanna die...do you want to shut your mouth? Shut your mouth shut your mouth shut your mouth if you shut your mouth if you shut your mouth if you SHUT YOUR MOUTH I'LL SHUT...
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Curtain call, the empty other side,
All drawn nothing left waiting outside,
Though it echoes in my mind, a feeling I found.
Dumb and proud, let's drive this one into the ground,
resurrect the year,
cause we're nowhere now.
The ghost's in front of me and he's gotta know,
Which one you believe in - the sunlight or the shroud,
Quiet death is waiting in the clouds.
Take my hand, and we'll walk under the waves,
In a bed dirty and unmade,
We came to crawl.
The blood red moon sits on the arches of this house,
The crystal lights over the town,
start to fall.
Well we left the desert dreaming,
Now we're scraping at the ceiling - got so far apart,
Though we don't know where to start.
Give me light, Oh my broken only child,
Shine on the terror of the miles,
That made it this way.
Gives us grace, safe from the beast that knows our names,
Well he holds us just the same,
In his arms.
Whatever blessing we're receiving,
Came from the dark we were conceived in - this poison sells us out,
Let's sing it out loud.
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He captured her hand with unspoken demand
Hostage held by all that he would never say to her
Never sure, never cured, just poisoning again
Never meant to never end, never ever
But in another life...
Her alabaster skin burned and broken
As her tarnished heart - she could scrape it off and shine for everyone
For every time that she could not bring herself to speak her mind
Just let it by, let it slide...right to never
But in another life...
Someday they'll have it all, every other one
But never one another - maybe in another life
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About your guilt, well I'm sorry that's all we built,
But time has shown, Darling, now I think I know,
If it's okay, I'd like to put it down on this tape,
That's a lie, it's digital, that's besides the point,
It just works better this way.
I've not atoned for my crimes except to write these rhymes,
But it sounds good to me, a better waste of time than sleep
I want to say something TO YOU.
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I received a letter from my younger sister,
She still thinks of heaven, she said I wish that I went with her,
Well who's going to pay the bills?
Drained we'll scare like children
Who's to say when only time will tell,
Who will leave and what will remain
Haunted by my guilt and the cold nature of promises,
Well I blew out another candle and I made a wish,
To cleanse me of my selfishness,
Well I'm a whole year older,
Tucson is still dreaming,
And I wish I was sleeping
Ah-ah-aah-oh...
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Gypsy Tease
00:48
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> Instrumental <
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Genre Zero Salt Lake City, Utah
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