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Wayfarers
02:42
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If we´d stop burning, it would all be for nothing
So tell mom I just couldn´t find a way to go on
And if the obstacles we build, are the same that makes us fall
tell dad he failed raising a son
If nightmares was all I had and if it slowly killed the hunger
Then I’ll promise you would never talk to me again
And if this feeling in my chest stopped pounding to get out
I would leave it all right here with you my friend
We´re wayfarers, We´re tinderboxes, that just needs a spark to feel free
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1000 Likes
02:24
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1000 likes
So I had this dream where I smash up my screen,
and I had this dream, where emptiness surrounds me
You're feeding my pain I'm no longer sane
Watch me suffer in silence
I'm screaming for love, reach me your hand, I'm drowning in madness
They take a selfie but they fake a life
Now what do you got? A thousand likes?
Im so sorry please, influence me, from all for nothing- to nothing at all
And I dont know when or how we evolved from all for nothing- to nothing at all
A familiar phrase, I've heard it before C-O-N control
See them come, is that enough?
and see them come, is that enough?
and if I see them come, is that enough?
and if I see them come, is that enough?
You're feeding my pain I'm no longer sane
Watch me suffer in silence
I'm screaming for love, reach me your hand, I'm drowning in madness
They take a selfie but they fake a life
Now what do you got? A thousand likes?
Im so sorry please, influence me, from all for nothing- to nothing at all
And I dont know when or how we evolved from all for nothing- to nothing at all
A familiar phrase, I've heard it before C-O-N control
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Hope Or Love
02:23
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The kid with all the toys and no social skills
The mom with her family but no own will
The cheating husband and the drunken son
the stories they go on and on
The father who contemplated suicide
The daughter used her social life as an alibi
when she got her self in to trouble.
She got herself in to trouble
They stumble, stumble, stumble by the tought of falling
And they got no, got no hope or no love
They fear their dreams will break in the seam
Pray to god and grind their teeth in their sleep
Put their faith at the bottom of the bottle
And they get themself in to trouble
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Boring Outcast
02:32
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Overthink, wide a wake
You let it all in, it's coming on in
If you branch out will it cut the roots?
You let it all in, its coming on in
I know the deal, I know where they're coming from
And I know the deal, it's obvious to me.
I know the deal of becoming the last, same-old-story boring outcast
Afternoon apathy comes easy for you, easy for me
Medicate, gaining weight, you let it all in it's how it begins
I know the deal, I know where you're coming from
And I know the deal, it's obvious to me.
I know the deal of becoming the last,
same-old-story boring outcast
I know the deal of becoming the last,
same-old-story boring outcast
I know the deal of becoming the last,
same-old-story boring outcast
This aint Nazareth, Anna Lee don't live around here
I know the deal of becoming the last,
same-old-story boring outcast
This aint Nazareth, Anna Lee don't live around here
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Wasted nights, left us wasting days away
got to old to die young, only dreamed while we slept
Its a goddamn shame, we're content and in debt
As a kid, how we needed these loving arms
grew up still waited for them all to long
And when it tied us down, we had nowhere to run
left us here staring at the sun
I don’t know
If we’ll ever find gold
But I hold on
To the tiniest bit of hope
Day by day
It’s so monotone, come run away with me
Let’s drive along the ocean
Let’s pass through towns where we’ve never been
But first get out of this fucking misery
Maybe there’s better days if you just come along
Or we stay here, staring at the sun
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Send Out The Word
02:04
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Send out the word, when your back is turned
And they sharpen their knives, counting every turn
And I hope Im ready, I'll rely on you tonight
And I know we're ready, we'll take turn when the wolves comes out
I've been dreaming of a holiday, and I aint coming back.
Cover the blood, cover your tracks
They know you well, as they set their traps
If I live to see the morning, make it through the night
We might see the sunrise, if you stay by my side
I've been dreaming of a holiday, and I aint coming back
Send out the word....
Send out the word....
Send out the word....
Are you gonna stray? (Alright)
Or will you drift away? (Okay)
If this is the end then we gave it all we had.
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