1. |
Hold On
03:29
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Don't blink or you'll watch it fall down,
everything you tried to learn never came back around.
All the circles that you ran only ran you out of town.
Is there any lesson in it all that you've found?
Hold on,
hold on for me, hold on for anybody,
please.
If you can't do it for yourself
then try for someone else.
Whatever gets you help,
just hold on.
Dumb luck when you finall find the truth.
There's something pulling you away like a child
on a loose tooth.
Resolve is gone but you're still healing through.
There's been something growing through the cracks
here for a year or two.
Hold on,
hold on for me, hold on for anybody,
please.
If you can't do it for yourself
then try for someone else.
Whatever gets you help,
just hold on.
I know you're gonna get better man,
cause I know that you're a better man
than this.
I know you're gonna get better.
Hold on,
hold on for me, hold on for anybody,
please.
If you can't do it for yourself
then try for someone else.
Whatever gets you help,
just hold on.
You're gonna get better.
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2. |
Love Songs
03:29
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I don't write love songs.
Not here to pander all night long,
I'm not sober,
but I'm not wrong.
Rolling down Main St.
after an all night binge of fire
and though you're the object of my desire
I just move along cause I'm not right.
No, I'm not a good fit.
I'm not a storybook ending with a romantic twist.
No I'm not.
and I don't write love songs.
Not here to pander all night long,
I'm not sober,
but I'm not wrong.
Grubbing through yard sales.
Shopping in thrift stores.
Waiting one more night thinking of
some other ways to fail.
Killing me slowly waiting for the next
page to take a turn.
Only thing that I've ever learned is that
I'm a sinking ship.
and I don't write love songs.
Not here to pander all night long,
I'm not sober,
but I'm not wrong
and even if I ditch the emotional math
and try to forget about the past I'm running
cause I'm scared.
I'm hiding cause it's all I've ever known
and I think you deserve better.
I guess I never knew what was behind those eyes
but I'll be damned if I didn't try
and I don't write love songs.
I'm not here to pander all night long.
I'm not sober, but atleast I'm not wrong.
I don't write love songs.
Not here to pander all night long,
I'm not sober,
but I'm not wrong.
Maybe you'll turn to her and say
you really look beautiful today.
Or maybe you'll grab another drink,
forget the world.
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The roar of the engine drowned out our sorrow and pain.
The promise of something good on the horizon
was gone as quickly as it came.
Even if only for one brief moment we rolled across the plains
as fast as the winds coming in. We were strong enough
to have our way.
Call me when you reach the end.
I can't go on without.
If I have to wait to change my fate
for 100 years or more
that's what I'll do.
There was no motorcade but we all wore black, just like
we always did. The sight of your face in that
cold wooden case had me feeling like a helpless
little kid. Fault of none when it was
all done there wasn't much left to do.
We couldn't change that path we walked now
even if we wanted to.
Call me when you reach the end.
I can't go on without.
If I have to wait to change my fate
for 100 years or more
that's what I'll do.
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4. |
Sullen Hearts
03:35
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By the time I pen this note
I know I've already made my decision
to fly rather than fight
cause that's always been my nature.
And I will probably shed a tear or two
across state lines at a rest stop
somewhere sunny.
Someplace new.
And all you sullen hearts need never
to collect your spirits and roam from
town to town directing traffic with your eyes
from diner porches and the coffee shops
all the locals love to hate,
cause that's my fate.
And I'm increasingly disallusioned by my own
attempts to pick up all the pieces that I have dropped
along my way. The more I think the more circles I turn
the more dizzy I get, i'm up in my head and it never
ends well when I get back out.
And all you sullen hearts.
And All you sullen hearts need never
to collect your spirits and roam from
town to town directing traffic with your eyes
from diner porches and the coffee shops
all the locals love to hate,
cause that's my fate.
I'm spilling my guts.
I'm making a fuss.
Just flailing my arms
trying to be noticed,
too small to be humble,
too big to be coy,
too young to man up,
too old to be a boy.
And all you sullen hearts.
And All you sullen hearts need never
to collect your spirits and roam from
town to town directing traffic with your eyes
from diner porches and the coffee shops
all the locals love to hate,
cause that's my fate.
That's my fate.
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5. |
Slow Down, Baby
03:27
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I'm so used to disappointment
that I've become disappointing
and I'm so close to all my enemies
that I don't need any friends
and I'll keep building toward a point
and then I will avoid every poignant
little noise, every pointed little voice.
I'm not making any sense and I'm
all tensed up holding onto everything you say,
okay.
Slow down, baby.
It'll be a long road home.
Hold me down, baby.
I am floating away.
I can't keep grounded anymore
but I keep burying myself
and I'm so useless and abhored,
backing into corners.
Put another drink inside my hand while
I make another land-speed record out the door
cause I'm falling through the floor.
Hope I'm not just spewing lines that'll
part with you in kind with all my hopes
for peace of mind.
Slow down, baby.
It'll be a long road home.
Hold me down, baby.
I am floating away.
Breaking into a new day.
A new dawn.
And I'm holding on.
Slow down, baby.
It'll be a long road home.
Hold me down, baby.
I am floating away.
Breaking into a new day.
A new dawn.
And I'm holding on.
Just holding on.
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