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Lights
03:16
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Another day, another dollar to the hands of thieves
And I know if I got nothing
Then these bastards ain't got nothing on me
And it seems like nothing's holy
As I'm walking past the neon lights
But there's meaning to the patterns
That I'm seeing on your face tonight
Another day, another dollar falling off the edge
And I'm not afraid of heights
But I'm afraid of chasing paper to my death
And the headlights make me dizzy
As I wander my way back to your bed
But I know you'll spell my demons
'Fore the pillow even hits my head
The rules are getting fuzzy and the game is getting harder to play
You know I'd rather catch a smile
Than settle for a win these days
I see the shadows getting longer
And I know that things are going to change
But with all the castles burning
I know one thing ought to stay the same
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Something More
03:27
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Double barrel, six pack, Donkey Kong
Dying to the beat of the noonday sun
The liquor bottle sinks at the obvious pace
Murder on the dice with a calico face
Drag my name all over the place
Trying to get to something more
Frost spilling over on the backroom floor
Tied my tongue with tales of the folks next door
Working till my back crack down to the bone
Water in the trap and the blood in the stone
Playing hot potato with a cellular phone
Trying to get to something more
Trying to get to something more
Creeping past the corners on a box of pine
Shaking out the ghosts from the Hollywood sign
Split through the rabble comic timing again
Pen leaking pocket write a letter to Jen
Dogs barking sideways with a message to send
Trying to get to something more
Trying to get to something more
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Pendulum
01:59
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Books on dowsing,
Gonna find a new home
Books on dowsing,
All alone
But the pendulum swings the wrong way
The pendulum swings the wrong way
The pendulum swings the wrong way
For you
Books on dowsing,
Gonna find my way home
Books on dowsing,
All alone
But the pendulum swings the wrong way
The pendulum swings the wrong way
The pendulum swings the wrong way
For you
But the pendulum swings the wrong way
The pendulum swings the wrong way
The pendulum swings the wrong way
For you
Don't you know you sing the wrong way
Don't you know you sing the wrong way
Don't you know you sing the wrong way
I do
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4. |
Too Many Wrongs
04:40
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Coming after the flood
I'll be coming for blood
Working under the gun
Every mother's son
Trying to get up above
'Til they're out the door
No more sorries for
All the tears and stardust
Scattered on the woodshed floor
I went searching for answers
And I saw the light
It takes too many wrongs to make one right
Like a meteor crashing
On a starless night
So many wrongs to make one right
And the train cars squealing
Like a hungry pack
Are they toeing the line
Merely trying to survive
Or drooling for an attack?
From a misty hollow
Comes the thunder's call
Bring you to your knees
Make you pretty please
Before it's knocking down your walls
I went searching for answers
And I saw the light
Too many wrongs to make one right
Like a meteor crashing
On a starless night
So many wrongs to make one right
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Sail On
03:13
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When you wake up inside of an old brown jug
And your mind's climbing out of the holes that you've dug
Say a prayer to Saint Christopher, I think that's the one
Sail away, sail away, sail on
Heavy as stone, as you bob on the waves
Fighting for breath as you're carried away
Through a prism shines light in divine purple rays
Feel the change, feel the change, come anon
It starts in your gut and travels within
Down to your fingertips, needles and pins
As lying for sport was never a sin
Testify, testify, you're the one
Somebody asks you to go on ahead
On the path that you're already on
Head in the sand with your feet in the clouds
Waiting 'til nothing goes wrong
When you wake up inside of an old brown jug
Mind's climbing out of the holes that you've dug
Say a prayer to Saint Christopher, I think that's the one
Sail away, sail away, sail on
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The 501s Phoenix, Arizona
Original rock music from Phoenix, AZ
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