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backwards on me
02:12
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time is rolling backwards on me/ tumbling head over feet/ yes time is rolling backwards/ this forever after/ time is rolling backwards on me...
Life is pulling one over on me/ Sneaking right into my seat/ yes life is pulling one over/ up and over my shoulder/ Life is pulling one over on me...
Death is just a step away from me/ So who am i to say who will be freed/ yes death is just a step away and that's why every day is my lucky day/ Death is just a step away from me...
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making friends
02:45
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making friends...
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two wrongs
06:03
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the rat race
05:02
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mother, take me away from this place, far outside the rat race, take me away from this place
brother, you tuuaght me how to trade, but then they took you away and you've never been the same...
father, well, you're set in your ways, sometimes i still don't know what to say but we still share the same name...
sisters, you're much stronger than you claim, you live longer and breathe the flame, it was an honor to share the stage...
and others, i see the smile on your face, and that's matters anyways, that there's a smile on your face...
mother, take me away from this place, far outside the rat race, far away from this place...
and it's getting hard to concentrate, when you're out here spinning plates,distracted by the fates, and if i aim to misbehave, instead of being a slave, to the machine that you made, would you with all your grace,would you strip away the pain, or would you pretend i was insane, because no plan is without haste, and no land is without waste, no man is without age, and when the water wars are waged, when the amazon is paved, where will you go to pray, to the gods you disobeyed, over eons long decayed, they wanna wash us all away, and mother i'm in bad shape, i came around the grounds too late, i think i made a big mistake... and don't forget to let me stray, just far enough to appear brave, here outside the rate race...the rat race...
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gordy
02:05
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ways to feel
03:37
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shes got ways to feel/ shes got ways to go/ in ways i never/ never ever/ could have known
long after the green recovers/ before i'm dust and bone/ she'll put me in a basket and send me far from home...
shes got ways to feel/ shes got ways to go/ in ways i never ever could have known
after this life is over/ before my covers blown/ she'll put me in a basket and send me far from home...
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run for your life
03:19
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In new york city they rock the most, they don't give a damn about a special ghost, and lately i wanna hit the hive, before the angry gods arrive...cmon get ready lets hit the road, theres an open land where we need to go, and i suppose it's pretty nice, still you gotta pay the price...
And youre so pretty when youre on your toes , on stolen land, where the buffalo once roamed, and everybody wants to get out alive, long enough to set things right...
and darlin youre not one to boast, you got a steady hand, you unfold like a rose, and time it slows down to a grind, just to hold you in your prime...
don't show pity, don't blame the host, you can't save em all, some are gonna choke,and i never spoke your name in life, but it broke my heart to try...
So run for your life, because there's nothing here but pain
run for your life, and you'll never be the same...
The World is heavy and you carry the load, theres a western wind that ain't afraid to blow, the fires grow up to the sky where the gods now sing and cry...
In the city of trees we got the soul, we're gonna sing and dance, we're gonna rock and roll, and rent is steadily on the rise and the hoods been gentrified...
aint it shitty when the dream is closed , the man is without sand, the crossing has no boat, and love is like being sleep deprived, you can't trust you're own eyes...
An awful ending to a crappy joke, i'm sinking in the sand, the waters up to my throat, well it's better than being skinned alive, so pack your bags, we leave tonight....
So We'll Run for our lives, Because theres nothing here but pain
We'll run for our lives, and we'll never be the same...
We'll run for our lives, because there's nothin here but pain,
run for our lives , and they'll never say our names...
run for our lives...
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Storie Grubb Portland, Oregon
My name is Storie Grubb and I have a tale to tell...
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