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Never Again
04:30
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Countless nights
you were waiting
for my headlights
in your window
I'm too drunk to think straight
but I'm claiming mistakes
Never again will I make you cry at night
Never again will you wonder where I'm gone
Cause it's me, yeah me, that needs changing.
And I'm down for you.
An empty house
aint a home
And promises
have been broke.
Now, I've been through the bottle.
Now, is my timed revival.
Never again will I make you cry at night
Never again will you wonder where I'm gone
Cause it's me, yeah me, that needs changing.
And I'm down for you.
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2. |
Maybe, Baby
04:05
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I said what I said no looking back
And the she said my heart will crack
I've had my doubts, my regrets,
But this feeling's true, I must confess.
Maybe, baby, I don't love you no more
Maybe, baby.
Maybe, baby, I don't love you no more
Maybe, baby.
I've never been too good to love
So I found advice from above
Mama said follow your heart
And this is where I've gotta start
Maybe, baby, I don't love you no more
Maybe, baby.
Maybe, baby, I don't love you no more
Maybe, baby.
I'm sorry this is where it ends.
We can't pretend that we are friends.
We both know, that it's time.
It's time.
Maybe, baby, I don't love you no more
Maybe, baby.
Maybe, baby, I don't love you no more
Maybe, baby.
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3. |
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Salvation
here at last.
the chosen few
have come to pass
I thought I played my cards right
but now I'm here forever,
remain in sight.
And my brothers and sisters
fly away to existence
they leave me here all alone
as the last bird on the perch.
Living in
a house of wax
ancient books
dictating how to act
my moral compass
directs me through
does this mean that I'm
no good to you
And my brothers and sisters
fly away to existence
they leave me here all alone
as the last bird on the perch.
(Whistling intensifies)
And my brothers and sisters
fly away to existence
they leave me here all alone
as the last bird on the perch.
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4. |
I Can't Do This Anymore
04:20
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I've been here before
lay the faces on the floor
My voice is crack, my hands are sore
I can't do this anymore
I can't do this anymore
Young man has his day
gets his money, gets his way
he pays for power, for what's in store
but I can't do this anymore
I can't do this anymore
And the neighbors look away
sugar lumps take their lay
tearful anguish from door to door
but I can't do this anymore
I can't do this anymore
And you cry
And you cry
When the people get their way
they dream of peace is ere to stay
but something sticking at their core
I can't do this anymore
I can't do this anymore
And you cry
And you cry
I've been here before
lay the faces on the floor
My voice is cracked, my hands are sore
I can't do this anymore
I can't do this anymore
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