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I once met a man who was always on his toes,
He'd speak loud and clear, yeah, he'd speak of all his goals,
But then there came the day, the day we all would dread,
That man he told us they were dead, yeah, dead.
They were dead,
Strewn across his bed,
Of all the ways he'd communicate he could barely lift his head
I once met a man,
was about a week ago,
he spoke of life and death as if they were his foes
he said it's all a dream but we're not in control,
he walked around all day but he could not find his soul
his soul
his soul, oh no
he says, he left it at home
he came to me, and he looked me in the eye
he said, he whispered it was all a lie.
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Fear And Goodbyes
03:07
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Try to dig the words up out the back of my head,
But they're buried way too deep
You left yours flowing through my mind,
Barring any form of sleep
Sparked a shiver down my spine, with the way you said
"It doesn't matter anyways,
we'll just end up dead"
Oh my little pessimistic soul,
You've got a long, long ways to go
Sparked a shiver down your spine, with the way I said
"Why would it matter anyways?"
Death's got a hook implanted in your brain,
And I can only watch as it rips away
Into your lovely, lonely, little soul
And you said, it doesn't matter anymore.
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Wash Away
02:08
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Wash away,
With everything you had to say
Wash away,
Like memories riding the waves,
Wash away,
With all the lying and the hate,
Wash away,
And sail into the bright blue day
Wash away, there's no more time left today.
Wash away, the end is comin' it's judgement day.
Sail away,
This is the end, we're goin' away.
Sail away,
The time has come, to our dismay
Sail away,
The cab has come, we're on our way.
Sail away,
And move on from this dreadful day.
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Riding on the Utah highway,
Psychedelic dream,
Swallow the tablets on our tongue,
Watch the desert flee,
Sheriffs coming up behind us,
Cops are on our tail,
The waves are crashing one by one, ready to unveil
Our master plan,
Money in the trunk,
We're running down to mexico,
We're gonna have some fun.
Baby's out of her mind,
Yeah her hand is on the gun
And if we get lucky enough,
we might just make this run,
Cruising down the desert highway,
loaded up on speed,
shots are going off behind us,
doesn't bother me.
Trunk is full of money, babe, we're going on our way
And if we do not make it back, we won't see the light of day.
It's our master plan,
Money in the trunk,
We're running down to mexico,
We're gonna have some fun.
Baby's out of her mind,
Her hand is on the gun
But if we get lucky enough,
we might just make this run,
Oh yeah.
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The Big Man
04:06
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I told the big man where to go,
Big man told me no, no, no,
Played for the big man at a show,
Big man told me how it goes,
I took the big man to his car,
Big man dropped me by the road,
We took the big man to the sea,
big man wanted everything
I told the big man where to go,
big man told me no, no, no. (x4)
He seen us walking through the streets without our heads
Big man was watching when we said we made our bets.
Big man is watching you while you are on your phone,
Big man is watching from overhead, you are the show.
I told the big man where to go,
big man told me no, no, no. (x4)
Big man walking through the trees,
Big man's tearing them down
Big man's got his gun in hand,
Big man shot us down
Big man walking through the trees,
Big man's taking everything,
Big man's got his gun in hand,
Big man shot us down
He seen us climbing through the walls and through the grass,
He's heard us shouting that we're coming for his ass,
They hear us clapping when he says that we can pass
Big man he knew it was his time
I told the big man where to go,
Big man's on his toes,
I told the big man where to run,
he already knows,
I took the big man to the sea,
he did not want anything
I told the big man where to go,
he took his time, he did it slow.
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Eastern Dreams
03:53
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If sunsets could speak words, the east would tell the most beautiful tales.
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