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The cop beat a black because he wanted to
Your kid took a gun, and he shot up the school
now you can't slip your foot into the other shoe.
The president's a liar but we're listening
because the media's too broke to break the stories we need.
You can't burn the devil in a fire (x4)
They can't set a fire to us all.
Ignorance is bliss until it starts a war
the devil's in the details and they're locked in a drawer
and the truth is too long to matter anymore
It's a 2-way terror, hold the mirror up,
they'll dumb you down until you're trained like a pup.
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You can need it like a closing line,
you can shout it liek a pantomine
Beat the horse beat the drum
this ain't over til it's done,
you can wage another war,
you can settle up the score,
keep em comin back for more.
No one cares what you wnt,
no one's taking what you got,
you get lost in the plot.
... you better find a foe.
You can touch it like a silhouette,
you can hear it but it's not there yet.
And it's never gonna come
(climb the walls and fall again)
Bite the bullet, bite your tongue
(strain the blood and find a line)
You're the fist, not the bruise
(every scar is proof we lose)
In this fight, you'll lose.
You can shoot it liek an open sky,
you can wake it like a dream at night.
You can kill it like a ghost, again.
Bite your tongue, don't lie.
You're the echo, not the park
(find the pack and pack it in)
You're the tree and not the park
(nothing here's because of you)
Paint your red hand black
(it's just the past, the past is gone)
Let it dry, again.
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3. |
Oh Me, Oh You
02:09
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I don't wanna find myself
I don't wanna find someone.
I don't wanna change my ways,
I don't wanna stay the same.
I don't wanna hold this gun
I don't wanna take the shot.
Oh me, oh you
We're gold, shining.
I don't wanna take some time
I don't wanna have the time
I don't wanna bite my tongue
I don't wanna say the words
I don't wanna cut you in
I don't wanna cut you out.
Oh me, oh you
We're gold, shining.
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You Bee's Knee
02:08
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My west coast woman is the best kind,
she can fix the dryer when the engine's fried.
She's kills it in the kitchen like a samurai,
she don't need a joint, to get me high.
I'm half of what,
you could have got,
so thanks a lot,
for settlle-ing,
you bee's knee.
We crush the crossword every time,
and you blow that trumpet like you blow my mind.
Do Re Do Me,
again and again,
I drink you up like a bottle of gin.
I'd bite a shark or I'd tame a zoo,
to lay in bed watchin' Netflix with you.
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Editor's Pick
02:02
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All my days just tick and tocked away.
Deadlines killed tomorrows for today
Good things came, but life held them at bay,
in she came to put me in my place.
Open up,
let me in,
shut your door.
3 years in I needed somethign more,
that's when she came knocking on my door
I dropped my guard like clothes upon her floor,
and jumped right in cause she's worth drowning for
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Oh you were the saviour, oh you were the sin.
But they shot you dead before I knew you were the why
~~
All I’ve ever known,
is I’ve known no thing
that could tear my eyes from you.
In the light of day,
you can see the way,
that the night needs more than light.
Because it’s all a lie,
no it’s half a lie,
that the truth might set you free.
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Peter broke me down; Will he picked me up.
Saw a States Attorney in a ragdoll mom.
Now there’s no law for a love like this:
I don’t want you in my head, I want you in my bed
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Islands We Don't Know
01:51
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Cheater and lie
devil and a prick
let them cast a stone.
They don't know I'm more alone
than islands we don't know.
20 year, tears through vows
that I don't want to break.
Take me home
tear me up
put me back
as I was.
Father and a lie,
an easy fall guy
and I don't want to fall.
I loved her but, I needed rain,
and she felt dry as bone.
Shelter came, and so I ran
and took some cover there.
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8. |
Bullet Was a Butterfly
01:26
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You took a shot but the bullet was a butterfly
No one's lookin when your mind hits the bullseye
you bit your tongue and missed the words on the tip of it.
Wanna shout but the words weigh your tongue down
you got lost and the cost was your hometown.
Wanna run but the road led you back home.
Wanna fight but your gut threw the towel in
And your words are inert, no one's listenin.
Swing a fist, what you miss is your enemy.
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Chad Pelley St John's, Newfoundland and Labrador
Chad Pelley is an author who'd rather write songs than stories.
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