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Annnd Action!
03:50
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Figure I'd leave my house today, and sail around a world or grey, and try to find my place in it.
It's always so sink or swim, I'm head first in a lion's den. Confide in all my friends, and the the things they say.
And now I'm feelin like...
da da da, da da da oh!
C:And I know I'm not okay, and that's probably okay. I'll just live with it
And I know I'll never see you. Man. I wish I could be you. And burst
through that bubble,and just pretend like it
And now I'm feelin like
da da da, da da da oh!
And could ya please just take me home, so I could be with my thoughts alone, and lie next to my, my bones when they feel like clay
And god I'm so stupid, so worn down and useless, caused I used all my uses on a better day.
And now im feelin like
da da da, da da da, oh!
C:
DA DA DA, DA DA DA OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHDFAFADFDG
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Tired of being tired, and so bored or being bored. When my friends used to have parties I would sleep on the floor. they ain't much for drinkin, but it's cool to do shots, and I think that they like to laugh, so with my jokes I put thought, annnnnd
C: I'm the guy who can't stop
When i get to drinkin, i drink a lot
And my friends they all say, stick to pot
I appreciate your concern, but probably not.
Tired of being tired, and so bored of being bored, Holden said it best you're a phony and very very boring.
And most my friends gave up when they couldn't get the barre chords, and everyone's in college now and I just miss the cold floor, the cold floor, the cold flooooooor
C:
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Rocket Fuel
03:49
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Small town livin meets the city.
Drugs make the ugly boys feel pretty.
I do not care, I don't care to know,
at the end of the night where will I go?
C: Oh, but for now I think I'll stay, and dance like an idiot with you.
Oh dawn's break never scared me away.
Aching heads will be our pay.
Synchronize to the drums.
Sweat flows smoothly off our tongues.
I do not care, I don't care to know
at the end of the night where will I go?
C:
solooooooooo
C
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Jenny,
00:51
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Jenny, Jenny, where did ya go?
Ya took the first train and ran off to Idaho
Away from everything and everyone ya know.
Oh Jenny Jenny, you make me so blue.
How am I supposed to get along without you?
You're still second to none oh you're my world.
Oh, you're still second to none oh you're my girl.
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5. |
She's So Idaho
01:28
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You said you're a poet of sorts
So let me fall in love with your words
Gotta funny nose, and the holes in your clothes but
I THINK WE CAN MAKE THIS WORK
But love's not so easily obtained,
pencil to paper I'll never explain.
you shy, awkward bastard
My rose colored master.
Humble me until I feel no pain,
Oh yeah, alright!
woahhhhhh
And I love you more than I could ever. love the smell of smoke on my clothes
You said I'm am an asshole of sorts,
and you grow tired of my words
I gotta funny nose, and the holes in my clothes are
a product of a habit that's absurd
just a product of a habit that's absurd
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Purple Parrots
05:04
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I count each stride carefully,
and ease my ear up to the crease in my door
Try to make sense of all the clutter,
listen to you stumble and stutter over every word you mutter.
Reminisce on early spring,
back then I didn't know what it means, but now I know
Dance in a field, a distant cry, now I'm mesmerized by your hollow eyes. but now I'm bored.
C: Green screen mountain.
Technicolor sky.
If life is a movie, the script is a lie!
There'll be no sequel,
directors cut, to replicate or do away with, this feeling in my gut!
[ X2]Right now I wanna feel lucid with a dash of visual clarity.
Disregard face value, lets dig a little deeper
Right now I wanna jump out my window as sly and quiet as I have ever been.
And I wanna commit to commitment, but I fall out of things faster thAN i can fall back in again.
Tired of feeling transparent, I want something of substance to come on and just crawl it's way into my skin
C:
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You said you'll never understand,
how I could throw away my life so halfheartedly
Ya said you'll never understand,
how I could make you love me at the wrong time.
But I've never been too good at time management,
shaking in the bed, cannot handle
Oh, I can make some time
We all want, what we don't need,
used to look me in the eyes, so confidently
now I can tell, that you don't love me
And I wanna sail away,
like in one of those old story books.
Flip and turn the page,
and I'll be your favorite chapter
But that's not reality,
and that's what tortures me.
scorches me, everytime,
We all want, what we don't need,
used to look me in the eyes, so confidently
now I can tell, that you don't love me
And I wanna sail away,
like in one of those old story books.
Flip and turn the page,
and I'll be your favorite chapter
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Mountain
04:24
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And in my dreams.
I'm climbing up a mountain,
There's a dog,
the size of a house, I think he wants to kill me.
And I can't run,
or much less hide.
My bones are gelatin,
my bones are putty on the inside.
You move in closer,
I take a step back.
It's like magnets attract,
and I'm on the verge of a panic attack,
but you are my savior,
no I cant deny that.
When trouble is near, yeah, you wipe the fear off the small of my back.
C: [X2]HELP ME, IIIII...CAn fEel YOUUUUUUUU!!!
[x2] This mountain's big enough for the both us, we could climb it
together.
Man, that dog will swallow us we'll move faster than ever!
C:
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Call You
03:05
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Yeah, i miss ya sometimes,
but I'm alright all the time.
I get up real slowww,
cause I don't want ya to worry,
and I'm not in no hurry.
Oh, it'll be fineeee
C: And maybe I should!
Call you, find out what you're into
We'll get up real slow,
oh yeah, all the places we'll gooo
Like how about your?!
Mothers, hang out with your brothers.
or we could go to my father's house,
and play country songs
And im not even tireddd,
yeah, my sleepy eyes are wired,
just watching the tv,
wishin that I weren't me, but it's coool
C: And maybe I should!
Call you, find out what you're into
We'll get up real slow,
oh yeah, all the places we'll gooo
Like how about your?!
Mothers, hang out with your brothers.
or we could go to my father's house,
and play country songs!
BAM, BAM, BAMASFDFMESJGNDSKGNIKGE
and maybe I should CALL YOUUUUUU. find out what ur INTOOOOOOO
WE COULD GO TO HOPPY'S HOUSE AND PLAY COUNTRY SONGS BY GOD
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10. |
That's All Folks
02:39
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As I get older, I start to wonder, when will I ever grow up?
Right now I'm fine, dear. The weather's fine here, but winter comes before I fill my cup.
I used to love the snow, because it got me out of so much.
But now I hate my coat, cause it keeps me stuck in this rut
And I sing, la da da da da
try to sing myself to sleep
la da da da da.
count sheep, but they hide from me. :[
Sore feet because I keep walking,
into doors idk what they hold.
Brush and gravel,
the road less traveled will soon be my only home.
la da da da da.
the good things never come easy
la da da da da
to these words i stay clinging
oooooo, woah woah, ooooo fdgnsdkhnrskghngkfadfs kazoos n shiz
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Routine Days Logan, West Virginia
tan - vox, rgtar
gurt - solo gtar
avery - bass
chris - drums
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