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Intro
02:03
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Walls
03:26
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You might be listening to the voices in your head
Oh, how I wonder what they say.
They're lighting fires on greying coals
Finding more reasons to stay.
And you've always had a wicked way with words.
Can you spell out what they mean?
My inkwell is barren from writing all my wrongs.
It's a futile way of coming clean.
Words, they seem to fail me when you need me.
They're stuck in my throat.
They scream a sound just like...
How can you trust something you cannot see?
You are nothing but a dream.
You've seen the demons in your covers, in the light.
Grow the tree on which to lean.
I hate these, I hate all these
I, Oh, I hate these words
They seem to fail me when you need me.
They're stuck in my throat.
They scream a sound just like...
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Straining Necks
04:52
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I'm trying to leave my marks, but I've found that my marker's run dry.
Ideas aren't coming, I feel I've hung myself too high.
Caught on an airplane where strangers are straining their necks.
They're safe in the cabin, I know that my life is the wreck.
My mouth is still moving
Your gaze stays the same
My words are all but soothing
Your figure is lost in the rain.
I'm sitting in the dark with a dark, painful bruise on my chest.
The pain is just proving my judgement is under arrest.
Take your harsh words, and I'll walk myself out of your door.
This should be familiar, I know that you've seen this before.
My mouth is still moving
Your gaze stays the same
My words are all but soothing
Your figure is lost in the rain.
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Hiking With Guns
02:43
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I've got my body finding cracks in the walls,
Hiding cash in the walls for better times.
What's for dinner?
I don't know.
I could go into the woods,
Find some food to put on our table.
I know that I'm a bad shot
But I got a shot at finding life in these woods.
I know that I'm a bad shot
With my words, with my gun.
Empty bottles on the shelves
From the Hell of facing ourselves
In the quiet of these woods.
One more drink should close the wound
Clean the sickness from the wound.
There ain't much help out in these woods.
I know that I'm a bad shot
But I got a shot at finding light in these woods.
I know that I'm a bad shot
With my words, with my gun.
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Evil, Helpful Man
03:47
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Blown away, we're blown away
We're heading for the sun, for the sun.
Stow away, you stow away
You're bound to have some fun
Like a loaded gun.
Flick away in the ashtray
Your smile says no fear
You're wrong my dear.
Try to hide your past away
In a bottle or a can
From the past you ran
And you're at the doorstep of an evil, helpful man
Flee the night, the time is right
The gap will quickly close
Under your nose.
Watch your left foot, drug away
You're clumsy in the snow.
In the snow.
Flick away your troubled ways
Your smile says no fear
You're strong my dear.
Try to hide your past away
In a bottle or a can
From the past you ran
And you're at the doorstep of an evil, helpful man
Blown away, we're blown away.
We're heading for the sun
For His son.
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Evan Gwin Longmont, Colorado
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