1. |
White Sand
03:34
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I made a run made a run made a run
For the coast
The most distant point away
I left a trail left a trail left a trail
Of ghosts
The spirits point the way
Just an after thought
Just a work of art
Something no one expected
Just an after thought
Just a work of art
Something no one expected
Oh
Whatchu been up to
Just this and that man
Got a drink in hand
Hanging on the white sand
Whatchu been up to
Just this and that man
Got a drink in hand
Hanging on the white sand
I took a dip in the water
I took a trip down memory lane
I took every last ounce of that vodka
Just so I could swallow the pain
(I took took took took took took took took...)
I took a dip in the water
I took a trip down memory lane
I took every last ounce of that vodka
Just so I could swallow the pain
Oh
Whatchu been up to
Just this and that man
Got a drink in hand
Hanging on the white sand
Whatchu been up to
Just this and that man
Got a drink in hand
Hanging on the white sand
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2. |
Close Yer Eyes
03:05
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Sitting down in the shower
The heat has changed to cold
You've really done it this time
Same old same old
Cardboard boxes filled with nothing but regret
Nothing you can do to have these feelings leave your head
All last year I was waiting
Waiting for something to come along
And it did
Holding onto the last thing
That brought with it content
It just won't cut it
Those cheques are all but spent
Laying down on the concrete
The sun on the rise
You've really done it this time
It's time to close your eyes
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3. |
Something to Fight For
03:27
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You gotta wait it out don't you know
You gotta wait it out don't you know
You gotta wait it out don't you know nothing
Don't you know nothing
I never fell of the rails
You got me pegged for someone else who did
You think we're the same and you might be right
I'm just afraid of it
Everybody wants something to fight for
Everybody wants something to fight for
Don't you know nothing
Don't you know nothing
Don't you know nothing
At all
You gotta plan it out
You gotta plan it out
You gotta plan it out
As best you can
I never fell of the rails (As best you can)
You got me pegged for someone else who did
You think we're the same and you might be right
I'm just afraid of it
Everybody wants something to fight for
Everybody wants something to fight for
You gotta wait it out don't you know
You gotta wait it out don't you know
You gotta wait it out don't you know nothing
Don't you know nothing
Everybody wants something to fight for
Everybody wants something to fight for
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4. |
Peaches N Cream
03:53
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The state of affairs as it stands is alright
And the creeks of the house have no meaning tonight
There and back again was something to be proud of I guess
We'll head home
We'll head home
We'll head home
There is nothing left to worry about
The excuses that I had are all out
No longer thinking
That I'm just a waste of space
Isolate the reason
That led to this beautiful place
We'll head home
We'll head home
We'll head home
There is nothing left to worry about
The excuses that I had are all out
There is nothing left to worry about
The excuses that I had are all out
(We'll head home)
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6. |
Sensational
03:10
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7. |
All Over
02:44
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8. |
Into the Fire
03:09
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You're sent away again
Told to leave it alone
How's it feel then?
To be torn away from your home
Half an hour or more
Spent outside a convenience store
In a t-shirt in the rain
With the people that caused you pain
You're made of tinfoil
And all your friends are made of skin
How's it feel then
To have your life spread so thin
Out of the pan
Into the fire
Out of the pan
Into the fire
Out of the pan
Into the fire
Out of the pan
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