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Hard Lines
03:32
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Sometimes I think that the odds are never in my favour
It's just something I have found
Sometimes I think that the taste of dirt's my favourite flavour
All ground up and watered down
Finding out the hard way
I don't know just what it is I'm meant to say
Every shot you take goes high and wide
Don't mind the bad taste it's just your pride
You won't always get something for your blood and sweat
It's hard luck and hard lines
Sometimes I feel like the devil sitting on my shoulder
Speaks in every voice but mine
Sometimes I think that the light behind my rolling boulder
Died behind a steep incline
Every shot you take goes high and wide
Don't mind the bad taste it's just your pride
You won't always get something for your blood and sweat
It's hard luck and hard lines
Every shot you take goes high and wide
Don't mind the bad taste it's just your pride
You won't always get something for your blood and sweat
It's hard luck and hard lines
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2. |
Drive Fast, Take Chances
04:31
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Reality and reason grip you with a cold, dead hand
Complacency and fear conspire to kill you where you stand
The push and pull will a bullet in your sense of wonder
The shame absent from from fame will drain your brain and drag you under
It's never been a question of if, it's just a matter of when
Beat down the bastard
That's feeding off of you
Who you think you are in the savage scheme of life don't matter to what they call fate
So don't wait
Drive fast, take your chances
Bracing for the impact of a meteoric mental decline
Reaching for a bite of the peach before the end of the line
The sharks that swim in shallow waters don't play with their meals
The sting that spreads the venom is the one you never feel
So take control, dig in your heels, there won't be a better time
Beat down the bastard
That's feeding off of you
Who you think you are in the savage scheme of life don't matter to what they call fate
So don't wait
Drive fast, take your chances
Beat down the bastard
That's feeding off of you
Who you think you are in the savage scheme of life don't matter to what they call fate
So don't wait
Drive fast, take your chances
Drive fast
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3. |
Train
03:18
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In a time long behind me
Before the world beat me down
I had no plans, no big dreams, I was only just a teen
With a self-inflicted haircut and a wrestling magazine
All past the horizon
Mind to call my own
All of my tomorrows
Unwritten and unknown
World going by with no sense of time
The future was undefined
I was making my own fun in the late September sun and
Waiting for a train to go by
In the years that came to follow
My thoughts would return to this day
With no destination, content in my mind
If I keep chasing that feeling I'll be waiting a long time
All past the horizon
Mind to call my own
All of my tomorrows
Unwritten and unknown
World going by with no sense of time
The future was undefined
I was making my own fun in the late September sun and
Waiting for a train to go by
World going by with no sense of time
The future was undefined
I was making my own fun in the late September sun and
Waiting for a train to go by
I was just waiting for a train to go by
I was just waiting for a train to go by
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4. |
Phantom Show
04:17
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The band keeps playing somewhere in this ghost town
Every note kept alive for someone to find
Dark is the night, long is the road
Heavy is the burden we carry alone
Stars remembered in their prime
Hopeful effort lost in time
Dreamer and storyteller with legacy etched in stone
Or just another silent player in a phantom show
Music's stirring up dust like a gale down this dead street
There's a radio pouring out factory smoke
Dark is the night, long is the road
Heavy is the burden we carry alone
Stars remembered in their prime
Hopeful effort lost in time
Dreamer and storyteller with legacy etched in stone
Or just another silent player in a phantom show
Stars remembered in their prime
Hopeful effort lost in time
Dreamer and storyteller with legacy etched in stone
Or just another silent player in a phantom show
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