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One day soon I will collapse
Always thought I was built to last
Getting old way too fast
Cashing cheques on a checkered past
Colder mornings I won’t run so good
Wheels will roll like they’re made of wood
I’d turn back time just to be understood
And mitigate the damage if I could
Things you learn, things you break
Things you lose, things you take
Broken knuckles, teeth and hearts
We’ve been hurting ourselves
From the very start
The play is drifting in the second act
I know my lines but I can’t react
You aim for something that resembles tact
Live in the space between this and that
Night is falling like the snow outside
Don’t want to listen but I will abide
It’s not in my nature to run and hide
My reach was short but at least I tried
Things you learn, things you break
Things you steal, things you make
Broken knuckles, teeth and hearts
We’ve been hurting ourselves
From the very start
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Lost In Absentia
03:03
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I’m not drunk and I’m not sober
I’m just somewhere in between
I was halfway back to heaven
When I fell and broke my wings
I’m not looking for forgiveness
But this is my apology
I’m trying to live up to an image
Of what a man’s supposed to be
I was living with my eyes closed
I was running for the door
I was crashing thru the window
I was sprawled out on the floor
I was made for something different
I was never fully here
I was lost in absentia
Now I’m cool and running clear
In the midst of all this sunshine
I was still predicting rain
Thought I could see the weather forming
But it was all just in my brain
They were making all the money
And I was doing all the time
Pushing other people’s papers
Instead of sorting mine
There is glory in redemption
If you can live within your sins
In the dark of night you'll find
Where you end and you begin
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Broke My Own Heart
02:31
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Well it looks like I broke my own heart
I wish they’d warned me from the start
It looks like I broke my own heart
Sure wish they’d warned me from the start
Well if I could fix the wiring in my head
I’d take back all the nasty things I said
If I could fix the wiring in my head
I’d take back all the nasty things I said
Well it looks like it’s getting awful late
I’d stay up with you but I can’t temp fate
Well it looks like it’s getting awful late
I’d stay up with you but I can’t temp fate
Well I guess there’s nothing left to say
Let’s close the book and call it a day
When there’s nothing more to say
We’ll close the book and call it a day
Well it looks like I broke my own heart
Sure wish they’d warned me from the start
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Please Tell My Folks
04:19
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Throw away the drugs
And empty all the jugs
Ring the bells up and down the line
Pay all my tabs
At the bars and with the cabs
Please tell my folks I’m doing fine
Burn all those letters
That said I could be better
Set the clocks a decade back in time
Send my apologies
In order of chronology
Please tell my folks I’m doing fine
And maybe you can’t go back the way you came
The streets are different
But the houses all look the same
There’s nothing left to prosecute
And nobody left to blame
Baby you can’t go back the way you came
Won’t you take my call
Next time I take a fall
Hush the voices in my troubled mind
It’s lonesome here in jail
And I won’t ask for bail
Please tell my folks I’m doing fine
Take all the cards I drew
Everything I thought I knew
Falls in the space between yours and mine
Correct my attitude
To one of gratitude
Please tell my folks I’m doing fine
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5. |
It Goes Like That
03:27
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you wake up six days behind
picking up all the pieces you can find
keep your hands upon the wheel
steer your way by what you feel
enemies are at the gate
addiction keeps on tempting fate
holds you there against your will
carves an emptiness you can never fill
Sometimes it goes like that
Sometimes you’re the head, sometimes you’re the hat
Sometimes it goes like that
Sometimes you’re the tail, sometimes you’re the cat
Sometimes it goes like that
the prize turns out to be a joke
cosmic rationale blowing smoke
towers rise and towers fall
you’re still waiting for the casting call
don’t count on a respite
the stoics are all tied up tonight
you’re tucked into the bed you’ve made
hoping all those scars will fade away
you wake up six days behind
picking up all the pieces you can find
keep your hands upon the wheel
steer your way by what you feel
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6. |
Everything Is Rolling
03:44
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everything is rolling
that’s what they say
but not everything is meant
to always roll your way
time is something we can’t own
but we try to sell it anyway
stealing from tomorrow
what we so freely hold today
life slips thru your fingers
regardless of your grasp
so I tattooed my knuckles
to remind me to hold fast
you can try to catch me
with your feelings and your love
but I’m impervious
to all of the above
don’t want to work like a poet
just a role I want to play
have them send me honours
on a tab I’ll never pay
we can try to tiptoe
but we’ll always leave a trace
we left our fingerprints
all over this place
everything is rolling
that’s what they say
but not everything is meant
to always roll your way
time is something we can’t own
but we try to sell it anyway
stealing from tomorrow
what we so freely hold today
life slips thru your fingers
regardless of your grasp
so I tattooed my knuckles
to remind me to hold fast
love’s a colour you can’t name
but we have to find a way
spend your life just trying to find
the right, the right words to say
everything is rolling
everything is rolling
everything is rolling
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