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Can't Complain
03:18
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Wasted days
Forgotten nights
Framed piece of paper tells me it’s all right
Sign your name
Sit upright
Prepare to be left to someone’s device
Paper bags
Ripped in half
Hold the memories of another path
Higher highs
Greener grass
Too bad the things we’re used to never last
But I can’t complain
Never fear
Your turn is near
Soon your troubles will be out of here
Pack your bags
Dress up nice
Growing up can put your plans on ice
But I can’t complain
No I can’t complain
Looking out my rearview I see storms I never passed
Looking out ahead is a different story
Somewhere in my head I knew those times would never last
Somewhere in my heart I know I’m sorry
Paper bags
Ripped in half
Hold the memories that I’ll never have
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Plight
03:58
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I worked an honest day
I made a modest pay
They took it all away
Cold beer and cigarettes
is all the loser gets
to deal with his regrets
That treatment doesn’t work
It just delays the hurt
Every day is worse
Drunk in my easy chair
The sober days are rare
I’m trying not to care
It’s OK that’s what the politicians say
It’s all right but I know it’s not.
I’m to the brim with fear
I think I’m dying here
What if this lasts all year?
I got two kids to feed
a wife with lots of needs
and my own life to lead
These bills keep piling up
I just refill my cup
I’m running out of luck
I don’t know what to be
Darkness is all I see
What the hell happened to me?
It’s OK that’s what the politicians say
It’s alright but I know it’s not
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3. |
A Place To Begin
03:28
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All the flowers in the field made kings and prophets kneel
Now all the leaves that once were green, they crush beneath our heel
The sun once lost has now been found, made room by barren trees
Things that die make room for life and show me I can see
You feel it in your heart
Just another place to start
No, it ain’t the end
It’s just another place for you to begin
It’s just another place for you to begin
Golden leaves surround me
Made sure that they found me
It’s been a while since I been down around here
Been so long inside at night
Never seen the stars so bright
It’s been a while since I been down around here
Never thought I’d climb this high
just to see a starlight night
There’s so much more I haven’t seen before
Took for granted all this time
all the things I thought were mine
There’s so much more I haven’t seen before
Well you feel it in your heart
Just another place to start
No, it ain’t the end
It’s just another place for you to begin
It’s just another place for you to begin
It’s just another place for you to begin
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Lowdown
03:47
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I’m walking outside
I’m looking for things to hide
Won’t pick up anything I find
I’m wandering around
Not touching anything but ground
Won’t make a track, won’t make a sound
I’m feeling lowdown
I’m feeling lowdown
I’m feeling lowdown today
You see your flag fly
You wonder if you could get that high
You’ll never be anything but fine
You watch the grass grow
But only from out your window
You’ll never see anything but holes
I’m feeling lowdown
I’m feeling lowdown
I’m feeling lowdown
I’m feeling lowdown today
I’m feeling lowdown
I’m feeling lowdown
I’m feeling lowdown
I’m feeling lowdown
I’m feeling lowdown
I’m feeling lowdown today
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There was a boy
With a mind in his head
It took him hours and
Hours and hours
To get out of bed
He put on a mask
Donned with a smile
So that no one would ask
“Hey, what’s on your mind?”
Chorus:
Like a modern day Jekyll and Hyde
The boy lost his mind
Like a modern day Jekyll and Hyde
The boy split his mind
And so he went
To a room all alone
Afraid to get out
Because that’s where his demons roam
So there he’d lie
Alone as he cried
Praying dear lord
Won’t you just let me die?
Chorus
And so he went
Down a broken path
Fell into a cave
A cave filled with wrath
And then he’d get mad
Because he stayed sad
And then he’d stay sad
Because of what he said
When he got mad
Chorus
And so he took
Just a hand full of pills
That the doctor gave
So he’d know how normal feels
But then they’d wear off
And he’s left standing still
With nothing left but time
Or himself to kill
Chorus
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