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The Greene
03:08
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Take me back to ’98, The only time that ever made sense to me
Simplicity mixed with endless possibilities
Had my close tight nit of friends, Everything was different then
Looking back it hurts, But moving forward’s worse
It’s so hard, To figure out
What’s going on, And to decide
Your next move, We’re all searching for the truth
I wish there was something I can do to feel all right
This place used to comfort me, But now it shoves
Every single thing I’ve ever done wrong, Right down my throat
And it chews me up and shits me out whole, Failure is all that I show
The question’s ringing in my ear, Why the fuck are you still here
I can’t wait to prove you wrong
I can’t wait to prove you wrong, prove you wrong again
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Too Far Gone
02:39
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Scratched up and beaten all around, Fix it up to make a sound
The one that rips me up inside, Makes my misery subside
It’s a disease and now I’m sure, I never want to find the cure
Distorted chords clear up my mind, It comes together line by line
Just hit the playback I’ll be fine, One more time
I open up two tired eyes, bloodshot from the past few nights
Eardrums still ringing in my head, Is this how I really want to spend
My time and all my sacrifice, Well I wouldn’t think twice
Even if it’s just another moment in my life
And how we built this brick by brick, hand sewn the whole thing stitch by stitch
And after all these years, This is what it is
My body’s tired, Brain fatigued
Still I’m up, I cannot sleep
I lie awake and hum a familiar melody
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Realize
03:28
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We try in our existence, To make to the best of what we get
Success through our persistence, But lose sight of the goals we set
Blinded by human nature, Violence begets violence
I know I’m not the one to talk, But still I can’t stay silent
We live our lives too fast
We toil and labor to break our fucking backs
To make life more than what it seems
In pursuit of the American Dream
Why must a nation war, too many flags unfurled and soared
How can we live this life day to day, When our rights are being torn
The parchment paper burns must easier, When it’s soaked in gasoline
Shred amendments for a resource, We must find some other means
And so on, And so on
The story is so long, It’s so long
And it ends, As it starts
With such confusion, We must see true to our hearts
Real Eyes, Realize, Real Lies
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Dynasty
02:30
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The parking lot lights are dimming down, Fading out across this town
The flame that burned filled up our lungs, But turned to smoke and now it’s
This is the last time, We’ll be here as one
Driving away and looking back, At all the damage that was done
It could’ve been, Should’ve been
The way it was with everything
It’s tough to say, But time ran out and it’s so hard to wait
Some things just couldn’t stay the same
The exit sign is like a kick in the face
But it cannot get erased, It’s just getting replaced
By everything I wanted, And it comes with such a price
295’s just not long enough this time
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Chalk It Up
02:27
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I spent the best years of my life, Staring down the wrong end of the pipe
Killing time and filling up, With these fake ambitions
Face down at the crossroads of my life, Soured by the years filled with bitter spite
Another goddamn cliché drunken night, I’m still young but I feel like I could die
There’s got to be a way, To get away from here
Struggling day by day, Chalking up another year
Can some one tell me what life means, Do the ends ever justifie the means
When you know, that they know, that you know, that you’re wrong
You take all your pity and want to go home
But you cannot deny, All the dreams you may someday realize
And you sweat, and you spit, and you binge, and you pierce through the skin
Just to know that you’re alive
What keeps me sane as my hopes are crushed and my dreams fade away
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