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244
03:30
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2. |
Tired Eyes
02:36
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My support is just a like away.
I see how you are.
What's my reason to stay?
We can't go on any longer..
You think we're better but we're not stronger..
Our city's to small.
Everybody knows us.
We're awake again.
And our tired eyes will show it.
We where lead astray from the tricks we admire.
My conscience feels foolish.
And my patience has grown tired.
I've been thinkin of you again.
You're far away while our lights shine dim.
Thoughts of you getting ready.
Thoughts of you keep my heart beat steady.
Another 9 hours down the road.
Highways and interstates.
Toll roads and "welcomes homes"
Until we meet again.
Today we're both in town.
Maybe I'll see ya around.
Busy lives leave no guaruntees.
I just hope there's thoughts of me.
They say "when you know, you know"
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3. |
Another Boring Story
03:12
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4. |
Heros & Zeros
03:42
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Where do we learn from?
Who do we ask?
Given all we got and running out of gas.
There's not a station for this fill up.
The fuel does not exist so here we are stuck.
Set to fail from a young age.
Still failing in our older days.
Weren't taught to hit the mark.
We were finished from the start.
Never stood a chance.
Never stood a stance.
Brought up like this.
Raised us like that.
Lifetime of screens filled with false heroes.
Following the wages with the most zeros.
Look towards home in situations,
Making bad decisions out of desperation.
Cut a little here to stretch a little there,
Hands calloused knees scraped from this wear and tear,
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5. |
Over It & Out
03:54
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6. |
Carry It With Us
03:01
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I could really use a shower,
Wash away this feeling like a coward,
We're the kind that leave light on when we lock our front doors,
We're the kind to pick you up when all you know is the floor,
I could really use a shoulder,
So tired of getting older,
We're the kind to move forward as this world's never clear,
We're the kind to find a path when the way isn't here,
For once in my life the fridge is full here,
Only thing we're out of is bottles of beer,
Not quenching my thirst or filling my stomach,
It's just my mind is confused and I want to run from it,
This time the weed won't do it,
And sleep is for the weak,
We've already been through this,
Week after week,
I could really use a shower,
To wash away this feeling like a coward,
We're the kind that leave light on when we lock our front doors,
We're the kind to pick you up when all you know is the floor,
Hopes rise in the east and fail in the west,
But my heart keeps callin, and my path has been set,
We will never be what they want us to need,
They will never see the devotion we bring,
Carry it with us on our backs,
Backpacks, patches, and hats,
Hear it from us in a song,
A story that contines on on and on on and on,
Please tell me you didn't run the hot water out,
The muscles in my back are screaming out loud,
Spare me a towel, dirty or not,
And advil to get this pain to stop,
Cause I could really use a shower,
To wash away this feeling like a coward,
We're the kind that leave light on when we lock our front doors,
We're the kind to pick you up when all you know is the floor,
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7. |
Vacation Daze
03:13
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JoeMyside Tulsa, Oklahoma
JoeMyside lives in Tulsa, Oklahoma. He has been heavily involved in Punk Rock music over the last 15 years. Touring for 10 of those consistently throughout the United States.
contact : joemyside@gmail.com
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