1. |
More
04:34
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It’s like we’ve always been waiting,
Pressed against those seems,
Moving on with our hobbies,
Just enough to scream.
Now we’ve gone,
Aiming to shock this world,
Would have thought we’d been strong,
Just as you’re starting to burst,
Just as we’re breathing
Feeling the highs,
Caught in a gamble,
With lovers alike,
Outside the window,
Outside the door,
Something a lurking,
Looking for More,
For More,
For More,
For More,
(Ewwws n’ Awwws)
It’s like we’ve always been fading,
Up against their screens,
Moving on with our body’s
Through their time machines.
Now we’ve gone,
Aiming to shock this world,
Would have thought we’d been strong,
Just we started to burst,
Just as we’re breathing,
Feeling the highs,
Caught in a gamble,
With lovers alike,
Outside the window,
Outside the door,
Something a lurking,
Looking for More,
For More,
For More,
For More.
(Ewwws n’ Awwws)
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2. |
Ms. Missouri
04:02
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Sweet state of Missouri,
Sweet state of mine,
Sweet sugar mamma,
Had to make me blind,
Sweet city woman,
Small town boy,
Growing old so slowly,
Got a head full of joy,
She was brought up right,
He was working out the wrongs,
Changed her world,
When he sang her his song.
“Why
Why does there always
Got to be this other plan?
Oh, Man.
Why
Why can’t we both try to understand
How to work it out?
How could I be so blind?
What couldn’t change my mind?”
Sweet sunset kisses,
Sweet sweaty night,
Wake to morning,
And you’re smiling so bright,
Kittens all around us,
Silk sunny skin,
Talk to you all night,
But where do we begin,
Cause you say you’re dreaming,
But you’re my dream.
Love to hold you closely
Through our movie scene.
“Why
Why does there always
Got to be this other plan?
Oh, Man.
Why
Why can’t we both try to understand,
How to work it out?
How could I be so blind?
What couldn’t change my mind?”
Sweet state of Missouri
Sweet state of mine,
Sweet sugar mamma
Said “Not this Time”
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3. |
Judgement
02:52
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On the day that we,
Were supposed to die,
Well, the news was letting grow,
But the Cowgirls were getting ready?
To let it all go
They were marching,
Heavy in arms,
With much fear in their eyes
They were fighting between the lines,
They were fighting for their lives.
But the Cowgirls were getting ready?
To let it all go
They were building
Souls with names
And to much greed in disguise
They were fighting between the lines,
They were fighting for our lives
But the Cowgirls are getting ready?
To let it all go
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4. |
Stay
04:08
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Well, It ain’t your fault
Your beauty comes to mind.
Every time you’d look away
Every time that you’d laugh at my jokes
You’d make a man want to say:
“How I miss your heart racing,
How I miss your warm tasting,
How I wonder where you’ve been,
Where you’re going,
How I might just see you again.”
Well, It ain’t your fault
Your driving me wild,
With all these crazy things you’d say,
Now, Baby,Baby, Won’t you listen to me
You’d make a man want to say:
“How I miss your heart racing,
How I miss your warm tasting,
How I wonder where you’ve been,
Where you’re going,
How I might just see you again.”
It ain’t your fault your beauty comes to mind,
With all these words that we’ve spoke,
Now baby, baby, won’t you listen to me
You could fix me when I was broke.
“How I miss your heart racing,
How I miss your warm tasting,
How I wonder where you’ve been,
Where you’re going,
How I might just see you again.”
It ain’t your fault your beauty comes to mind,
Every time you’d look away,
Every time you’d laugh at my jokes,
You’d make a man want to stay
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5. |
Paycheck
02:44
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One solid Sunday,
Working for a paycheck,
Working for a place to hide,
Summer came a calling,
And took him away,
To the place she couldn’t find.
Helicopter flying on top of the tree,
And a gunman ready to go,
A Little baby boy, he’s running away,
Tells me eveything I need to know,
Heeeeeey
Setting on a sidewalk,
Waiting on a payphone,
Waiting for the peaceful ride,
Coming round the corner with a gun in her hand, she said
Boy you’d better get outta sight.
Top of Mountain
Top of the hills,
Where people eating three, three course meals,
Standing round the fire,
With a bullet smile,
Ain’t seen a soul in such a while,
Money coming back in rubber bands,
Do the wrong deed,
You’ll make your plans,
Praying to the bottle,
Pray to the ground,
Goddamn boy you’d better leave this town.
Heeeeeeey
One solid Sunday
Working for a paycheck,
Working for the place to find,
Rolling round the corner
With a boot in his hand,
Running from the life of crime,
People pushing penny’s
Profits of pain,
Funny how the world can paint it plain,
Creep around a corner with a crooked smile, Put you on a poster with a pedophile, Running from the mirror until your knees get week, see those things that you couldn’t speak.
Heeeeeeey
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6. |
Backbone to Footprints
03:49
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When you’re sleep in the shadows,
Underneath your pillows,
Of an old and broken down barn,
Does the world tell you the answers?
Does the world tell you the answers?
Does this world tell you the answers?
That I’d seek.
Broken and busted
The things nearly rusted,
Barely stays with tune,
Overtaken, by the break in,
The lives were a swaying,
Lying in a strangers arms.
“Its gonna take,
Backbones to footprints,
To take you were you need to be,
Backbones to footprint,
To know if you really believe.”
Under bridges,
By the creek bed,
The flys were a crying,
To those old sweet melodies,
They’d been walking for the daylight,
Starving for sunshine.
A gift of an old memory.
“Its gonna take,
Backbones to footprints,
To take you were you need to be,
Backbones to footprint,
To tell you if you’d believe.”
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7. |
Richman
03:41
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Imma Going downtown,
Gonna see that girl,
Gonna tell her, I lover her,
Gonna Rock her world,
Going down the street,
As I tap my feet.
“See
I ain’t never been no rich man
Never been no rich man”
I got them holes in my shoes,
From skateboard dues,
And I walk by the store to catch my news,
Pretty as a picture of pecan pie,
Walk with a rhythm that could make you cry.
Never been no rich man,
Never been no rich man,
Damn.
Cause a woman needs a man,
With money on his mind,
Woman needs that man,
About halve of the time,
When it gets down to that push and shove,
What the hell is that thing we call love
Hey hey
See that misty eye’d mamma got a man on the side, and say hey honey come on lets take a ride, making her money from the bumps on the road.
She say hey honey don’t you know
You ain’t never been no rich man
Never been no rich man
Damn.
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8. |
Feelings Feeding
03:21
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You don’t really miss me tonight,
But I don’t really miss thosefights,
But in the days when I’d seen you,
Walking this town,
That feelings feeding again,
That feelings feeding again,
But I won’t let it get you don’t,
With so many others that love,
In such a small town,
Such a small town,
Such a small town,
Yeah
You may recognize my face,
But I’d swear I’d might have seen you in such a place,
With the walls all covered,
Covered in dollar bills,
That feelings feeding again,
That feelings feeding again,
But I won’t let it get you don’t
With so many others that love,
In such a small town,
Such a small town,
Such a small town,
Yeah
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9. |
Overboard
02:42
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Lost his mind,
Sleeping with his money,
Crossed the line,
When a friend got caught,
But way over shoulders,
Eyes roll deep,
In the soul that remains,
In the sound of your sleep
Going overboard
(Ewwwlallaah)
Well,
Steady now,
You got to study how,
You could fake it for the ones,
Who would make up all the rules,
Believe your truths,
And take your roots,
Try to build this boat,
So we can all go back home.
Going overboard.
(Ewwelallalha)
Lost his kind,
Sleeping with honey,
Crossed the line,
When some friends got caught,
Way over shoulder,
Eyes roll deep,
In the soul that remains,
In the sound of your sleep,
We’re going overboard.
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10. |
Something About It
07:00
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Been waiting for you
Way too long,
From the taste of your lips,
Singing our song,
Well the moonlight in the misty misty
Mountain Range.
Something about it
Something about it
Something about it
Been calling your name
But I’m stuck in deep
Cause it ain’t been the same,
Since you started that tweaking
Something about it
Something about it
Something about it
Just Ain’t Right
Cause the fire it’s burning
Deep in your heart,
Living in-between the winds
Of your trailer park.
Something about it
Something about it
Something about it
Just Ain’t Right
And you’re trying your best,
But it ain’t getting much better,
Lying on your bed full of them,
Open debt letters.
Something about it
Something about it
Something about it
Just Ain’t Right
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