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I'll Be Coming Home
03:00
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What did you do today, when I heard you say that you won’t be home.
I wander around this town, I am bent and frown, I will find them all.
I keep you safe within. I keep you far from sin.
I’ll be coming home with a gun
I’ll be finding you there on the run.
I’m not the one who leaves, I am sword and sheath, I will cut them all.
The blood that pumps and burns doesn’t wait it’s turn, be they big or small.
I’ll keep you safe within.
I keep you far from sin.
Beneath the stars and cracks, there’s a broken heart and a broken home.
But all the games you play, they won’t help you save a man that’s already gone.
I’ve seen his deep blue eyes, they were filled with the surprise.
I’ll be coming home with a gun
I’ll be finding you there on the run.
I’m not the one who leaves, I am sword and sheath, I will cut them all.
The blood that pumps and burns doesn’t wait it’s turn,
be they big or small.
I’ll keep you safe within.
I keep you far from sin.
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Give Back to Me
03:58
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I’m here again, addicted to you, fingers turn blue writing your song.
Your pretty face blinds me to things I need to see. Tired but free.
Give back to Me.
This place to sit thinking of you. Breathing the same, hoping for rain.
All I can say is maybe I’ve changed, maybe you to, both things aren’t true.
Give back to Me. So foolish you.
Hey pretty girl, can I trade a dance, if I’ve got a song, do you have the time
To stay a while. Take off your dress, stand on the edge, make me your man.
Give back to Me. So foolish you.
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Arkansas
04:39
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Gravity’s coming. Is this the place that we thought we’d be?
Wonderful summer. Vodka and cards while we’re young and free.
Oh Arkansas.
Why can’t you hear me. This rain is coming home.
We’ll be together, if it means always alone.
You weren’t the hard one. I steered the path and then lead you there.
Losing each other faster than you were ever losing hair.
Oh Arkansas.
We were in London, dreaming of being home.
We stayed together, it’s just the way it was done.
Piece us together, maybe we can make him in newer ways.
Our little baby shouldn’t have to struggle through southern days.
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Fire When Focused
04:42
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People say what you want. I feel like an animal.
Strung out on white rimmed sun.
Run in the rain. Die feeling numb.
Tell my friends where I’ll be.
Limping for the door. Struggling for a key.
People will say what they will say.
Fuck ‘em, I’m broken and free.
Fire when focused.
Keep your eyes heaven bound.
Keep them at bay, watch what they say.
Don’t move before the sound.
People gonna say what they gonna say.
Tired but falling correct.
Hands on the rope. Rope on my neck.
Peeling off people to run.
Drowning the moon, burning the sun.
I’m not just here to watch snow.
Seasons are overblown.
List who is here, harness their fear.
Fuck ‘em, it’s on with the show.
Fire when focused.
Keep your eyes heaven bound.
Keep them at bay, watch what they say.
Don’t move before the sound.
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Cities You Wish You Were From Sacramento, California
A big sound rock band from Sacramento, California.
Label: Killer Kern Records
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