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No Swingin
03:47
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You faker; You sold your soul to crowd that was screaming out
For fabrication to consume them whole and dial tones to drown selection out
It's always the same thing every time; a fascination with a bitter lie
Do you remember a time when it felt right?
Radio, radio transmits everything we know
Tune it out and let selection kill the old
So ready I'll go, ready I'll go
I won't buy in; I won't burn out, I won't crash down
This is mine now; I'll take it back and burn down this town
And I'll go solo; give it all just to feel some blood flow
And burn your factory to the ground
You spend your time with precision lines
Box it up, ship it out and watch it die
Radio, radio tell us everything we know
Tune it out and let selection kill the old
So ready I'll go, ready I'll go
This is my chance to make it right
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Full-Proof Model
03:13
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I hit the bottle with the working class
We'd give it up but we know it'll never last
We talk it up just like we always do
Reassure that we'll get it through
We make, make plans and time it right
We swear we'll get out someday just not tonight
Bring it back to the bottle
Bring it back full throttle, baby
Woah oh oh-oh
I hit the bottom with the working class
Chalk it up to experience they say we lack
And order up just like we always do
Another round, yeah to get us through
We gotta stop selling ourselves out
Cause we don't want their life and what they're all about
Round up the troops and order up these beers
Probably do this for another 20 years
I'll dumb it down and take it all in stride
Probably do this for the rest of my whole life
Got a full-proof model, got a full proof model, baby
Round up the troops and order up these beers
Probably do this for another hundred years
I'll dumb it down and I'll take it in all night
Probably do this for the rest of my whole life
Got a full-proof model, got a full-proof model, baby
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3. |
Back Where We Started
03:46
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God Damn, I woke up on the wrong side again
Gotta wake up to the same exhausting trends
Make the deadline and make headlines with my friends
Just to have our name mis-pelled on the marquee again
And I don't know what to do
With the constant static that I live though
How did we ever end up like this
Is there something that I missed
Alone in this room, I tell myself I'm not giving up again
If I don't break this soon, I'm gonna find out how it feels to fall down again
Somewhere along the lines we've departed
Gotta get back to where we started
And never feel this way again
Somehow I flat lined and caused my own demise
Fallen to demands of the cynical kind
They're not concerned, they've got the time to burn
But it's not a lesson I'm willing to learn
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4. |
Song 1
03:31
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I've got wings. Don't know how to use them
My past regrets are words I never sent to you
And you'll never know
Past regrets I can't let go
And I try not to show
What hides behind my eyes
Cause I don't wanna let you down
Cause I don't even know
Just wanna turn the lights down low
And I try not to care
What hides behind your eyes
But I just can't let go
Every time you said you cared
I never thought you'd really be there
I was just protecting myself
From all the threats that were never really there
And I've followed what you do
Up and down every avenue
I was just protecting myself
From all the things that I know you'd never do
I've got wings. Don't know how to use them.
Don't wanna find a deceitful mind in you.
But when I catch the light that emits from your eyes
I know that there's a chance for me to finally feel alive
And when we watched the sunrise i knew for the first time
There's no need for alibis
And I've got wings. Can you help me use them?
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5. |
Social Attack
04:19
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You left us for Arizona on your latest social attack
And we've hardly known you, but we'll always have your back
So we'll wait it off
And wait for the day you'd call
Best friends who never really met eye to eye
But how could you forget...
Best friends mean believing it all
Best friends through any circumstance
Throw em' back and take the falls
At each others throats; let's give it a second chance
I say we can leave it all
I say we can leave it all to chance
Come back and we can laugh it off
We were left in your wake of destruction
Bitter remarks; were all we had to stay intact
But we never tried to listen
An understanding we both lacked
But we knew it all; When we knew nothing at all
How could we be so wrong?
Best friends who never really met eye to eye
If you want we can skip the "I'm so sorry"
I always hated that part too
We can throw some old records on
Crack open the bottle, it's up to you
Cause' I was never that mad from the start
Ignorance; the curse that drove us apart
But it doesn't matter now
It'll come down to the bitter end, Why can't we just make amends?
Because I know you'll always be my friend
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As I am staring through the bright lights
As I make my way through the crowd tonight
I don't think that they understand
It's time I let them know for good who I am
Cause I've watched from a far for a long time
Fabricated truth; fabricated lies
You can think for yourself more than you know
So I think its time that you let it go
I don't need it;
I got my friends and time on my side
Hit the bottle and strike up the band
Turn it up all night
Listen to reason
You've got a life to live and just one try
Let go of their sick demands
Turn it up all night
Media shines on all the sick fashion
Bitter pills and reality distractions
They won't let up until their sure you know
They bottle it up for your television, radio
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Leland Palmer Baltimore, Maryland
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