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out here with the freaks
03:15
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well it gets kinda lonely
out here with the freaks
it can get quite distracting
in here with the beast
so I turn all the tables
try to live as I please
but it burns all around me
and brings me down to my knees
look at this picture
I'm easy to spot
I'm the one in the corner
I'm the one at the back
I am rough around the edges
but I easily break
I'm a black belt by night
a big talker by day
always looking for trouble
headlong into the fray
and it gets kinda lonesome
out here on the farm
where the weeds grow like wildfire
and the cows won't come home
and the ugly truth is:
I really don't know
I'm as dumb as a diamond
I'm as hollow as a bone
look at this picture
I'm easy to spot
I'm the one in the corner
I'm the one at the back
I am rough around the edges
but I easily break
I'm a black belt by night
a big talker by day
always looking for trouble
headlong into the fray
looking for a life
to a start all over again...
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pinned
02:00
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pinned
to the floor in disgust
run
if you must
I ain't running
no more
yeah I ain't running
no more
I have seen
a darkness beneath
there is a time to retreat
and that time
is not now
yeah that time
is not now
that time
is not now
that time
is not now
oh fight
you can fight if you care
I ain't fighting no more
I got lives
to live
I got lives
to live
I got lives
to live
I got lives
to live
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here goes everything
04:09
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out of my way
don't slow me down
I've got lives to live
it ain't easy
something was lost
I remember it well
in the back of my mind
as clear as a bell
I'm not ready
here goes everything
I'm not ready
here goes everything
I'm not ready
but here goes everything
down the drain
round and round again
I'm trapped in dimensions
to strange to reveal
it's death or destruction
it's a pretty raw deal
I am up from the deep
and it's given me the bends
don't let me die
before I make amends
I'm not ready
here goes everything
I'm not ready
here goes everything
I'm not ready
but here goes everything
nothing is what it seems
I'm forever lost in a dream
I need a plan
I need a sign
I need someone to tell me
when it's over and done
'cause once the bones are blackened
when the lungs are lame
there'll be no turning back
it'll be like snow before rain
it don't matter what you believe
don't matter what I think
you can close your eyes tight
but we're still right on the brink
I'm not ready
here goes everything
I'm not ready
here goes everything
I'm not ready
but here goes everything
down the drain
round and round again
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indestructable
02:59
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I am indestructable
I am indestructable
like a forest without trees
I am indestructable
but I am not made of stone
you don't have to cut me to see me bleed
I've woken up in someone else's head
there's no more right there's only fucked up left
stop the plane I need to touch the ground
stop the plane I need to touch the ground again
I am not innocent
I don't think I am innocent
but I am not good or bad
I am none of the above
I am indestructable
but I am not made of stone
you don't have to cut me to see me bleed
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sideways
03:18
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I've got a cold weather headache
my mind is a blank
I've got nothing to say
and that's a matter of fact
there's something hiding
under the bed
there is no escape
when it's in your head
and I woke up this morning
with a sideways brain
every move is checkmate
every song is the same
I work in the morning
early in the morning
it's back breaking work
for a handful of nothing
let me fold up the flag
put away the charts
I've been running on steam
I've been coming in last
there's something hiding
under the bed
there is no escape
when it's in your head
so come stab me in the side
trade me to the night
I don't need me on my side
time to draw the line
burn the fields and feed the ashes
to the skeletons and stones
there is no way home
you're stuck here in the middle
with your cards on the table
sideways into the sun
sideways into the sun
tumbling like dice
thrown against the odds of love
thrown against the odds of live
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siamese sunset
02:32
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stand down your armies
I come in peace
don't ask me the way
I'm not from here
the eyes in your head
like a siamese sunset
my army's overthrown
I'm going home
I'm going home
cash in your heartaches
as long as there's a beat
my heart is alive
with the heartbreak suite
the lines on my face
are wounds underneath
I've reaped and I have sown
I'm going home
I'm going home
I'm going home
I'm going home
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free to go
03:33
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crooked songs for crooked souls
there is but one melody for
werewolves and king snakes
impaled on swords of their own making
dayglo warpaint on your face
death is always your companion
come and drink from the poisoned well
disappear like good intentions
the way I see it there's no reason
no compelling reason to come home
you're free to break free
you're free to break free
you're free to go
commandeer this ship of fools
burn the flag and drown the captain
death to all the infidels
burn the ship and drown the captain
the way I see it there's no reason
no compelling reason to come home
you're free to break free
you're free to break free
you're free to break free
you're free to break free
you're free to break
you're free to break
you're free to break
you're free to go
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the fountain is empty
I have no more words
I was cast from the palace grounds
and there ain't nothing for the pain
'cept God's own medicine
thank the lord for opium
I was thrown from the lifeboat
I was dragged ashore
shipwrecked in a distant land
and there ain't nothing for the pain
'cept God's own medicine
thank the lord for opium
now bring me my cup
my knife and my spoon
paint me a new coat of arms
I will treat my own tears as if they were diamonds
write the words with the blood of my heart
like castles in the wind
these words will endure
underlined with blood on the wall
and the hills and the valleys
will know the true tale
how I lost my fear of hell
I'm a slave to my senses
I'm gridlocked in time
while the big bass drums repeat
there are doors and windows I cannot unlock
and their shadows stretch out over me
there's one great fire
left in these ashes
I'll turn this grave into a well
and one day I'll write a song
about how I lost my fear of hell
oh lord let my life
not be lived in vain
give me one great legend to tell
of grey urban jungles
and emerald cities
all tracing the arc of my fall
now bring me my cup
my knife and my spoon
paint me a new coat of arms
I will treat my own tears as if they were diamonds
write the words with the blood of my heart
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