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Honestly
03:32
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Honestly, I can’t believe the things
They’re doing to this world
Honestly I can’t perceive the things
She’s doing to my world
Because we’re giving ourselves away for free
And we’re biting into the hand that feeds
And we’re selling our souls to watch tv
We’re giving away our lives for free
Honestly I can’t believe the things
Whispered in my ear
Honestly I can’t perceive the things
I’ve learned not to fear
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No Credit
04:54
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I see you there, but I don’t care
I know it’s wrong, but I don’t feel bad
I’m nothing, I’m nothing to you
Firsts clenching, I keep my cool
A day is lost counting the clock
Panic sets in, shading the spots
But I am still breathing on my own
And this fight won’t end, without a show
I’m nothing, I’m nothing to you
Fists clenching, I keep my cool
Heart pounding, I wish it was true
I’ll wait here, with time to lose
The day now spins,
A tampered whisper in the wind
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Willingly
04:11
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It’s got nothing to do with you
And it’s got nothing to do with me now
And it’s got nothing to do with the way you always see it
But I can’t make you think
And I can’t make you act
Our time is pressed upon a plate,
And yet we push it back
It’s killing me
You tell me that you want to change,
And I know you do
To hear the words, slip and sway,
Well boohoo
You tell me, “I’m waiting for the day I can rest my head into the clouds”
But I told you,
“Life isn’t a winning game where the victor’s hands take the crown”
So honey please, take the deck you have and play it proud
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Lazy Eye
05:06
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I thought I saw you
Just walking by
I recognized your lazy eye
In some perfection
Of staggered time
I swept you off your feet for a while
But life
Will drag us down
And time
Won’t come around
Not anymore than yesterday
On bold horizons
Often I find
My youth slip right before my eyes
Oh how did I think
That all is well
I find it too soon now to tell
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Antidote
04:51
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I wish that I
Could fly to the sky
Without an antidote
Antidote
Driven far in
Far into the ground
You will find all of my wealth
All of my wealth
No, I’m not giving up
Soon
Playing with fire
That water expires
Will surely leave you burned
Leave you burned
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6. |
Way You Are
05:56
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I know it’s been a year since we last talked
Oh but I cannot recall
A time I could say my longing true
Oh darling just for you
But the weight of the world
Was the stitching behind the law
Reflecting on the mirror that’s shining back
Oh was it just an act?
Two people whose hearts were sworn so true
Oh the wick burns the flame to blue
But it wasn’t my fault
That I fell in love with you
It’s not in the way you are
It’s not in the way you were
It’s how I remember you
I don’t know what to do
I find you wherever I go
On the screen, in my dreams, behind those words,
I know you meant
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7. |
Refugee Train
04:16
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All aboard
The Refuge Train
Mama’s boy
Is a fool again
Getting caught with the wrong crowd
Thinking he must speak his thoughts aloud
Hoping for the day to wash his hands of sin
He must not try; he does not try
He’ll save the world
All aboard
The Refuge Train
Mama’s Boy
Is a fool again
Don’t know if you’re planning on hanging around
This eye has traveled almost to the edge of town
Judgments made are clear and conscious of a choice
Because I have tried, and I will try again
I will love again
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Adam Grimm Cleveland, Ohio
Singer/Songwriter, DIY Producer, Punk.
I also play in When/Where.
tinyurl.com/wwb4nd
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