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Losing
03:13
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We gotta hurry away from this place
Don't worry my dear
Spin in this delusion
And the sound...
It's all about it when you have to win.
This dying room, the table's on its side
Good morning my dear
Standing in water
You have to win
You always said you had your mothers eyes
I see them now
I see them now
I see them now
I never thought I'd live my fathers life
I'm in it now
I'm in it now
I'm in it now
Another dime, the cities left behind
You know what I mean
Spin in this addiction
And the lights
You never taught me how to kiss the fire
The science fiction of unlucid minds
Tell the tales of all the hidden signs
You said the games we played were only mine
I begged you wait a minute now
A minute now
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2. |
Having Mine
03:38
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Its 8 oclock in the valley and not a single belly aches
head tired and weary and definitely mentally drained
these days prove short and there's simply no time to play
for those of us who've got our shit together, our priorities straight
take a look around baby, don't you realize lately we've been burning time
and you've been on it wishing you could get yours while I've been out there having mine
its 12 oclock in the valley and honey you're arriving late
cold shoulder under the impression that I've been deserving your praise
these days prove short and there's simply no time to play
for those of us who've got our shit together, our priorities straight
take a look around baby, don't you realize lately we've been burning time
and you've been on it wishing you could get yours while I've been out there having mine
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3. |
Dirty Boots
04:22
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Had your boot heel left but you turned right
its been reeling round my head
who's gonna take her name?
I'm not ashamed of you
Just a taste of her body, her troubled mind
To think she'll never return to me again
Who's gonna take her place
Well I'll just waste away
Call me morbid
Call me a pessimist, or worse
Say I'm sullen say I'm cursed
Lord I know they've come for me
For my soul I know they're trying
Though I hold on so desperately
Desperation's no place for hiding
And I don't wanna go to sleep
Though I made this bed I lie in
And I say it doesn't bother me
Truth is I'm afraid of dying
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4. |
Untied
03:05
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I feel an urgency tonight
to be alone where no one's wrong or right
Nobody will tell me that I didn't love you right
So I'll be alone tonight
I am in love, it isn't right
Makes me doubt the man I am inside
I've got so many strings untied
And every word that you said was a lie
And I need to get some sleep tonight
I am in love, it isn't right
Makes me doubt the man I am inside
Nobody will tell me that I didn't love you right
and I'll be alone tonight
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5. |
Sunday Evening
03:23
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He wants to be like
A prayer, he looks down on me
He wants to be like
He used to say the same about me
Holy walls of they could hear him now
A worried father's ears are bleeding now
Sunday evening looking down on me
He once gave me life
Took it back when I could think
He wont bow or bend
My son, you know, he looks like you
Holy walls if they could read your mind
Grown and full of leaving you behind
Sunday evening looking back on me
Sunday evening
Sunday evening looking down on me
He wants to be like
A prayer, you know he smiles like me.
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One Ton Project Las Vegas, Nevada
It is impossible to nail One Ton Project down with the constrictive restraints of any one genre. Traditional rock structures and soulful vocal patterns flow into the pulsing rhythms of reggae, jazz breaks fuse with the sharp timbre of Eastern scales, and catchy hooks create sparks as they clash with progressive post-rock soundscapes and bluesy phrases. ... more
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