1. |
St. Ends
04:53
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saint ends
my friend
ain't no reason to worry
got a gun
gonna have some fun
make my enemies scurry
hey saint ends
me and dead end friends
hey saint ends
no more running away from the reason you tried
saint ends my friend ain't a new one
gotta get a new joke before the old one bends
you were gunning for a new love and then
she came in and took your head
lotta times I can't see what's in front of me
but maybe you can see just what's ahead of me
you can see all I wanted to be
every little fucking piece of me
hey saint ends
me and dead end friends
hey saint ends
no more running away from the reason you lied
hey saint ends
me and dead end friends
hey saint ends
no more running away
now
saint ends my friend you're gone and dead
but you're livin on in my head
now and again I think of all the things that could have been
if you told me just the where and when
but I know you can't hear me
so I'll take my leave please forgive me
I know
I know
I know that you still miss me
hey saint ends
me and dead end friends
hey saint ends
no more running away from the coldness inside
hey saint ends
me and dead end friends
hey saint ends
no more running away from the reason
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2. |
Paris Massacre
04:10
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a paris massacre
in the back of my mind
going thru the doors
a life is on the line
tell me all the things
you gave away with time
or was it all just
a cover for the crime
the bombing of a shrine
the shelling and the lies
I'd tell you what I mean
but I can't be so obscene
the end of time
for glamour and design
we beat them to the punch
with a quick one-two crunch
take me to the top
please make it stop
so afraid
of cold hard rain
I don't wanna die
but I'm questioning why
as we fly
away from Paris
again we run
lies and guns
deadly fun
come undone
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3. |
Portland Tribune
05:55
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here i stand in portland, cigarette in my hand
cant tell you who i am, just know that i gotta take a stand
in the city of bridges, rivers run so high
in the city of roses, no one here caught my eye
wrong shoes are on my feet
got no good place to sleep
seems to me that in this town
everyone here can get around
read the portland tribune, cant seem to get it through
see willamette weekly, god it only hurts me
in time to miss you, still the sand falls thru
in a back dark alley, hand is in the doorway
old man is missing, old man is found
water doesn’t seem to be, a problem in this town
if I’m droppin in and out, know ill be around
I’m sick as a dog but, at least i’m not a clown
I scan the headlines, going by like deadlines
keeping me in the times, allowing me to complete the lines
if i go crazy, please don’t be lazy
for me you might just, update the pages
read the portland tribune, cant seem to get it through
see willamette weekly, god it only hurts me
in time to miss you, still the sand falls thru
in a back dark alley, hand is in the doorway
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4. |
Ten Years Gone
06:44
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