1. |
I Used To...
05:09
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I used to work
everyday
to fill my house with
shit i dont need
i punch a clock
and he’s a thief
who wants to sell my
time back to me
but i wont sell myself short anymore
gonna wake up in the morning knowing what I'm here for
and i say
what the hell are you working for?
i used to run
everyday
from all my flaws
i wanna change
and as the miles
passed behind
the road before me
just wasn't mine
so i wont force myself down a different path
gonna wake up in the morning happy where im at
and i say
what the hell are you running for?
i used to hurt
everyday
from all the anger
and all the pain
and as my thoughts
turned to spite
thought this is how
im gonna die
so i wont waste my life feeling bitter and cold
gonna wake up in the morning loving every single soul
and i say
what the hell are you hurting for?
i used to pray
ever night
asking god
to set it right
but as i woke
woke to world on fire
im thinking god
must be tired
so you can put those prayers right back on me
gonna wake up in the morning be the change i wanna see
and i say
what the hell are you praying for?
just go do it
i used to search
everyday
for what i lost
what got away
and as i dug
dug for something new
i found my answers
were hidden in plain view
so as im taking stock of my days and nights
i got my babies and their momma and a pretty good life
and i say
what the hell are you searching for?
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2. |
Color Your Lines
04:53
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you have cut out a heart
that you struggled to shape
vessels routed through lies
blood choked off in the wake
of the path that you chose
now we rock in the swells
stomach’s bound up in knots
still. i look for your tells
oh its a long way down from here
oh it’s a long way down my dear
and try as i may
time after time
no ive never been able to color your lines
and my heart is the brush
canvas your mind
no ive never been able to color your lines
no ive never been able to color…
so i go walking along
left to search for a cause
squeezing blood from a rock
judging heaven for flaws
and so i hang by your words
just to die by your tongue
paid in blood for your truth
while your truth went unsung
oh its a long way down from here
oh its a long way down my dear
and try as i may
time after time
no ive never been able to color your lines
and my heart is the brush
canvas your mind
no ive never been able to color your lines
no ive never been able to color…
and you lie to yourself
when you say you dont know
why you burnt up that bridge
why you chose that road
where the winds in your face
every path unknown
just to be alone
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3. |
21
04:08
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They buried me at 21
They said my time had come and gone
My soul had been released
I paid my debts I made my peace
They said it's such a shame to grow up so fast
You should take your seat this will come to pass
But you've lived your life and I won't give you mine
Cause everyday I wake in the morning
Check that I'm breathing
Sing me a song or two worth believing
Step outside the doorway into life
And hit the street like a river that can't be tamed by the ocean
The rest of forever set into motion
You and I survivors in the night
Cause you and I apart is not a life...it's not a life
Condemned at 33
I stood my ground
Wont change my plea
A message to please the courts
I'll serve my time with no remorse
Oh they said it's such a shame to grow up so fast
You should bet the house it will never last
But you've had your time and I won't give you mine
Cause everyday I wake in the morning
Check that I'm breathing
Sing me a song or two worth believing
Step outside the doorway into life
And hit the street like a river that can't be tamed by the ocean
The rest of forever set into motion
You and I survivors in the night
Cause you and I apart is not a life...it's not a life
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4. |
Bullets
03:26
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its gotta come together
when everything is working
lost my head just wondering
do bullets dream of targets in their magazines
oh i would do it if you made me
i couldn’t do it if you made me
i remember when the music was enough
and then the music and a bottle was enough
and then the music and a bottle and a girl
and it the mooring i find nothing is enough
lost my head just wondering
do bullets dream of targets in their magazines
sold my youth on an honest dream
now all i have to show for it
what’s left of me
oh i would do it if you made me
i couldn’t do it if you made me
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