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Truman (2016 Version)
04:21
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Well I'm not sure what I want anymore
It takes push and shove just to get me through the door
I'm so sick of waiting too damn long and now I'm jaded
So get me in and get me out
If all good things must come to great ends
Then cut me down and count my fucking rings
We lived through the end of the world, so prophecies mean nothing to me
Is this where you want to be, building walls to fight against routine?
I know the point to my progress; it's meaningless
Cause I'm always halfway to the end
The past becomes the present when every day's the same
And the future's just the present that you can still change
So fuck this repetition, blurry eyes regaining vision
So what's the point if you don't try?
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Burnt (2016 Version)
04:16
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I've been tested by my faith to see how strong I am
But I just can't believe when the curves let me down again
My memories are the only thing that snow hasn't covered
But I've been buried underneath the weight of them
Change is always welcomed in
But this year, it robbed me of everything
I am the pictures on the walls, the places that you can't recall
I am the ashes from your smoke, I let you burn down
Although my touch turned things gold
Gold is weak, just like my bones
Maybe I should just be honest with myself for once
That I caved in, that I fucked up, that I don't care that much
So what's the point in getting up when I'm knocked to the floor?
I don't need an answer, I'll get up to prove I'm something more
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Burnt
04:18
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I've been tested by my faith to see how strong I am
But I just can't believe when the curves let me down again
My memories are the only thing that snow hasn't covered
But I've been buried underneath the weight of them
Change is always welcomed in
But this year, it robbed me of everything
I am the pictures on the walls, the places that you can't recall
I am the ashes from your smoke, I let you burn down
I thought my touch turned things gold
But gold is weak, just like my bones
Maybe I should just be honest with myself for once
That I caved in, that I fucked up but I don't care that much
But what's the point in getting up when I'm knocked to the floor?
I don't need an answer, I'll get up to prove I'm something more
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Lakeside Poughkeepsie, New York
Emotive punk from New York.
Chris
Johnny
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