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Crossroads
03:52
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This bleeding heart burns
thoughts and words spilled across the lines
everyone’s here for the occasion
disillusions in your eyes
These crossroads bring back
pieces of your broken past
crossroads bring back
pieces of your broken past
Let’s unfold these masks
and say goodbye to all you’ve ever known
Let’s unfold these masks
and say goodbye to all you’ve ever known
These crossroads bring back
pieces of your broken past
crossroads bring back
pieces of your broken past
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Goodbye Home
03:01
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I woke up this morning
I called in sick
I've got red blurry eyes
I’ve been shit faced for days now
but these songs
won’t let me down
no these songs
they bring me company
Another boring day
just fades away
these late night drives
bring back my desperation
but these songs
won’t let me down
no these songs
they bring me company
These desert years
have been far gone far, far too long
There’s nothing familiar about this place
so goodbye home
I woke up screaming
I just couldn’t walk away
When will it all just make sense?
make sense to me
These desert years
have been far gone far, far too long
There’s nothing familiar about this place
so goodbye home
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Die While We're Young
03:12
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It's been years since I sold my soul
What a life no advice and no guidance
Worked through the weekend at my bullshit job
With the pumps and the mops and the tire irons
Now us slaves break bread and go to work
And these pigs will tread on our backs
Every bastard to pass through the grinder
Can just laugh at the mania of his own nerves
I had to go to class but just drove on
through the rain and fog up Route Six past the mall
Drank through paychecks, they don't last so long
But Monday we're on. Please, Monday, come
Now us slaves break bread and go to work
And these pigs will tread on our backs
Every bastard to pass through the grinder
can just laugh at the mania of his own nerves
And embossed in the gold top half of his nickel-plated watch
Let's die while we're young
While we're still young
While us slaves break bread and go to work
Where sick pigs will shit down our backs
Every bastard to pass through the grinder
Our resolve is a reminder we are guts and bone
And attached to the three ring binder
Reminders of our old pact
Let's die while we're young
But now we're too old for that
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