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Hold My Drink
03:46
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Hold my drink, I’ll be right back. I’ve gotta go and piss this away.First impressions ink indelibly when they leave a dent in your day.Cover up your children’s eyes, I think I’ve got something to proveThe audience ain’t satisfied until you get something removed‘cause that’s entertainmentWhether blood is spilling from my heart or it’s pouring from my head,The carnage is a work of art. And they say “frivolry” is dead...Well, at least not yet.Hold my drink, I’ll be right back. I’ve got to give them something to see.I abandoned dignity back when I lost it in the debrisBatten down your china, folks. I think I’ve got something to proveOnce I’m done defying death, they’ll put my shattered skull in The Louvre‘cause that’s entertainmentThat’s entertainment
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Same Old Me
03:11
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Same old stompinggrounds. Same old scene.Nothing’s coming ‘round and nothing’s free.He’s got his white flag furled in case he must concedeSame old high and dry. Same old me.Same old flawed design, just with weaker kneesStill chugging on cheap wine; twice as much it seemsHe won’t save the world. He begs to disagreeSame old loud-mouthed mime. Same old me.Too clever to be written off. Too hardy to be bitten off.And still, too careful to win.Too needy to be considered tough. Too thirsty to ever get enough.Oh, hell! I’m’ falling short again.Same old castaway, except for Wilson’s got fleas.Same old divorcé. Look there! There’s number three.He won’t get the girl by bending his knee.Same old storyline. Same old me.Same old genuine. Same old me.
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Falling
03:45
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Hey there. Careful now. No need to race that sun going downIf it don’t win, it’ll start again tomorrowLike they’ve always said, you could be misled by the bother of your honoror the hire on your headYou choose: trade up or down on future sorrowTo counteract the risk of emotionTo generate the least remorseYou can’t help but rid yourself of the option. You’re out after intercourseYou’re always fallingWhich isn’t easy ‘cause you’re always walkingYou’re always falling, but never in loveYou’re always fallingYou let your absence do the talkingYou’re always falling, but never in love, no.You won’t crawl or get shook. There’s no rules in no handbookWhen you’ve got nothing left to denyYou keep it fresh. Play it cool. Don’t fret a second ‘bout ridiculeIf you get good at saying goodbyesTo counteract the risk of involvementTo generate the vast rewardYou can’t help but break a few dozen hearts in the process of getting boredIf you’d stop and think about it, you might not always doubt itBut you tend to stumble blindly into on and on and on and on and onYou’re always fallingWhich isn’t easy ‘cause you’re always walkingYou’re always falling, but never in loveYou’re always fallingYou let your absence do the talkingYou’re always falling, but never in love, no.
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Wrong Side Out
03:45
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For as long as we’ve been hanging out, I’d like to knowWhy you always kick it out-of-bounds and go it aloneAlways so indifferent and cold, you pay more interest on your loansIt’s not as much you’re shutting me down as sending me homeAnd I’m rarely certain that’s what you’re aboutI can’t get a read on your reactionsWhen you treat your feelings like distractionsAnd all I get is the feeling I got it wrongBefore you get to checking out and speaking in code,I’d like to tread some common ground; at least, that much I’m owed.I’m not leaving. I just want to let you knowSo, you can keep on treating me like I said I told you soI’ve heard stories about people living in seclusionSome get stuck and never make it outI can’t get a read on your reactionsWhen you treat your feelings like distractionsAll I wanna see’s a little passionWhy you gotta be so damn old-fashioned?Am I wearing it the wrong side out?I must be wearing it the wrong side out
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I'll Deliver
04:12
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It’sbeenawhilesinceyou’veberatedme,AsoftacquittalbywayofapathyHowmuchcouldyoubelieveinme?It’snotariddle.It’spolicy.Idon’tknowwhattoproveIdon’tknowwhotobeButI’lldeliver.WatchandseeStandingaloneinthesamespot,ItmakesyoushuddertobeanafterthoughtTurnedawayfrom,asifyourlifewasallfornaught;RolledinthegutterandlefttorotIdon’tknowwheretogoIdon’tknowwhattodoButI’lldeliver.Iswearit’strueFendingofftime-woundedheelsLongingtoknowhowthatitfeelsWanttosaveyourselffromflames?Put'emoutIfyoucan’tseetheappeal,Foryourrelease,I’llmakeadealWanttoknowwhatkeepsyoucaged?It’sthedoubtIdon’tknowhowtofeelIdon’tknowwhattosayButI’lldeliver.I’mseverancepayIdon’tknowwhototrustDon’tknowtowhatdegreeButI’lldeliverBydecree
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I’ve got all the time in the world to get things rightWhy start tonight?What’s on the radio?I can’t seem to find me a girl to save my lifeSo, let’s start a fightTurn on the radioIf I get laid out, then I’ll shut my mouthUntil then, bets are off of the tableI don’t think that I’m able to appreciate serenityI don’t own a care in the world for this dark lifeAnd there’s no end in sightSo, turn up the radioWhen I get knocked out’s when I shut my mouthUntil then, bets are off of the tableI don’t think that I’m able to impersonate maturityI’ve got all the time in the world to get things rightFuck if I start tonight‘cause I’ve got all the time in the world to get things rightWhy start tonight?What’s on the radio?Turn up the radioWhat’s on the radio?
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Along For The Ride
03:08
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I’ve got a feeling that I might be back in the raceJust like I never wanted anythingThere could be hunting that still might be worth giving some chaseJust like the world was never menacingWait, I know what you’re gonna sayWhy sit up just to get shot down?You missed it on your first time, anywayI finally feel like I’ve arrivedWhere’s thered carpet?All kidding and all jokes aside,I’m just along for the rideI’ve got a feeling that a will can’t conquer disgraceJust like any other pretty thingTidy up, reminisce, and then, rinse and replaceJust like you’ve never done anythingWait, I know what you’re gonna sayWhy get up just to get knocked down?You didn’t hit the first time, anywayI’ve never seen so much green, green grassFigure out something ‘cause it sure won’t lastI finally feel like I’ve arrivedWhere’s the red carpet?All kidding and all jokes aside,I’m just along for the ride
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Cut Me Off
02:41
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Every time I start to feel unfettered And the road ahead is looking betterSomebody swerves in to cut me offI know it’s best to keep my wits unshakenBut when I do, it just feels like fakin’Who knew how hard it could be goin’ softWhat the hell are you upset about now?What do you have left that you can live without?Go on and cut meGo on and cut meGo on and cut me offThere’s nothing that can get me goin’ quite like when you go and cut me offIt seems like every time I’m doing better,Alongappears some doubting debtorBrother, I am no KaramazovAll of a sudden, I’m spendin’ money Like somehow, this cloudy day was sunnyI guess the weatherman was offWhat the hell are you upset about now?What do you have left that you can’t live without?I want to wish my hopes and fears are something I don’t have to swapI want the dream to believe that all I can conceive isn’t something I have to... Go on and cut me
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There In The Rubble
03:46
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I got up feeling disheveledI’d fallen down upon my faceAnd I found, there in the rubble,Some odd version of a saving graceIt seemed an end to a constant struggleI had longed for all my lifeAnd when it came, there in the rubble,It cut right through me like a carving knifeIf you can see a light in me,Then you are the only other oneBut if you look just over there, you can see the devilAnd I’ve got him on the runIf you can find any esteem, Then you are the only other oneBut if you hunt through them hills, you’ll find the devilAnd I’ve got him on the runI have seen plenty of troubleI have scrapped through many a fightAnd what I found, there in the rubble,Was some odd version of a guiding lightSome odd version of a guiding light
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I can’t stand the sound of my own voiceIt’s one of my least favorite refrainsYou would suppose that I had no choiceFor it to seem like such a baneWhen I hear myself submersedIn that old familiar drawlWas I drownedor just coercedInto having such a ball?I get drunk and I get loudI blend in with the maddening crowdIt’s quite a cruise ’til it’s old newsI wish that I was good at drinking boozeI make myself ill at easeI’m disciplined at never sussingit outIt’s a “stuck-on-repeat” reprise,Racing laps on the roundaboutI get highand I get quietJust joking. I’m a dreadful riotIt’s never fraughtuntil it’s not “not fraught”I wish that I was good at smoking potThe room is always spinning ‘roundIt seems it never willrelentIt’s hard to find some solid groundWhen you’re always cleared for an ascentI get unsure. Then, I get upsetBut that hasn’t seemed to shut me down just yetTired of being strung out with every rising sunI wish I wasgood at having fun
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kingcaid Austin, Texas
kingcaid is a solo artist from Austin tx. he is best known as the lead singer of indie rock group What Made Milwaukee Famous
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