1. |
My Self
03:59
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Walking 'round this town acting like
I know what I am talking 'bout
When in the back of my mind
I know I don't have a f***king clue
But I had to think of something so
I went ahead and I spit these word out
With my foot in my mouth
I'm wondering what the hell I should do
This ain't living
This ain't living
This ain't living if I can't be me I must be free so
I try to be myself not anybody else
I try to be my self not any body else
I try to be myself not anybody else
I try to be my self not any body else
I try to be my self not anybody else
Every now and then I see
Myself staring into that mirror
And I don't recognize
The picture staring back at me
When the fog clears it seems
I can see a little bit more clearer
But I'm still here wondering
Who the hell I'm supposed to be
This ain't living
This ain't living
This ain't living if I can't be me I must be free so
I try to be myself not anybody else
I try to be my self not any body else
I try to be myself not anybody else
I try to be my self
I try to be my self not any body else
I try to be my self not any body else
I try to be my self not anybody else
I try to be my self
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I was so young just having fun
Could give a shit 'bout education
I tried to excel it didn't go well
I didn't have no motivation
Me and my friends were idiots
Tried to pretend that we weren't kids
We should have never left the basement
But all our brains went to our heads
We walked away from our own threads
We really thought that we could make it
I guess I might enroll in college
But it's all down hill from Harvard
Ya it's all down hill from here
Started out just fine but now
It's just a waste of time ya know
It's all down hill from here
I'm growing up still make shit up
Can't keep from all this affectation
I'm a genius I'm so egregious
I really have no explanation
But all my brains went to my head
I can't believe the shit I've said
I never thought that I would sing this
I'm burning out from my success
I need a break I need a rest
Bachelor's degree I'll get in English
The rivers run back to the well
So I say "Oh well"
'Cause I don't give a shit about it
But it's all down hill from Harvard
Ya it's all down hill from here
Started out just fine but now
It's just a waste of time ya know
It's all down hill from here
( Guitar )
I wish I had a soul to sell
I'd kick right through the gates of hell
And run right back into that well
So I say "Oh well"
'Cause I don't give a shit about
It's all down hill from Harvard
Ya it's all down hill from here
Started out just fine but now
It's just a waste of time ya know
It's all down hill from here
Well it's all down hill from Harvard
Ya it's all down hill from here
Started out just fine but now
It's just a waste of time ya know
It's all down hill from here
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3. |
So Damn Blues
04:12
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Victim of my circumstance
I never even stood a chance
I saw it in a glance and I just knew
I can't keep from feeling like I do
Can't go back I'm in to deep
I'm losing track I'm losing sleep
I'm losing what I keep holding on to
So tell me what it is I gotta do
To keep myself from feeling so damn blue
What kind of fool you take me for?
The kind that's hanging 'round your door?
Well I can't take it anymore
It's time I take another point of view
And find something I know is tried and true
To keep myself from feeling so damn blue
So damn blues
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4. |
D.O.A. (Underground)
03:35
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When it comes to my own survival
I was born to be dead on arrival
It's been like this ever since
I once had life or rather life had me
If we're living to die then why's it just maybe
We'll never know just what we found
Until we're all six feet underground
Underground
Under the ground
Underground
Dear life keeps me tugging on my heart strings
Love will never know the beauty that she brings
It's been that way everyday
If we're living to die as we're dying to live
Well then I'm sharing more than I care to give
So why must I be so combative?
And I was..
I was
Ya, I was
We'll never know just what we found
Until we're all six feet underground
Underground
Under the ground
Underground
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5. |
A Song Called Yes And
03:49
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If you let me pose for you
I'll take off my clothes for you
There isn't much that I won't do
If you play me like a doll
I'd be any toy at all
It's what I need to get me through
Yes and, this much is true
If you put me in my grave
There'd be nothing left to save
Try my best to stay inside my tomb
And if you burn me I will be your cigarette
And if you earn me my interest will benefit
Yes and is all I do 'cause I care too much for you
Something I found to be true that I already knew
If your feelings are withdrawn
I don't think I'll carry on
I'd be up and gone without a clue
If you forget me I'll have my reminder set
If you won't let me it's something you just might regret
Yes and, this much is true 'cause I care too much for you
A mystery without a clue when I already knew
That you're gone, so long
I can't go on with out you
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6. |
An Apology
03:22
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Go ahead walk away see if I care
You were waiting for a look but I didn't see you standing there
Life's too short and you're too tall to play this game
But I've got ten fingers and nobody else to blame beside myself
I can admit that I'm wrong and try to make it right
But the closer that we get is the closer we get into a fight
I tried to make amends and you tried to hear me out
But the more we talked about it the more I want to shout it
This whole world is killing me
That's the closest you'll get to an apology
Take it or leave it or disagree but
That's the closest you'll get to an apology
Maybe now something is different but everything's the same
I try to just get by and end up so full of shame
Once again now is then and we're back at square one
Nothing's changed so what's so different
Over and over we run
One step forward and two steps back
Three steps forward back on track
Moving forward what I see
Maybe I'm still sorry
This whole world is killing me
That's the closest you'll get to an apology
Take it or leave it or disagree but
That's the closest you'll get to an apology
Moving forward what I see
Is that the closest you'll get to an apology?
Moving backwards just maybe I...
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7. |
Outsider
03:51
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All these people talking in your head
Makes me wonder how you're used to it
Rose glasses got me seeing red
All these memories that I can't forget
'Cause I'm an outsider looking in
Fingers pressed against the window pain
Cold glass pressed against my skin
As I'm standing in the pouring rain
You see me but you won't let me in
Can't stop what you can't begin
Well I guess I never started then
Can't lose what you never win
Goes to show I wasn't trying when
You came down, you broke down the wall
I stand up, I try not to fall
'Cause I'm an outsider looking in
Fingers pressed against the window pain
Cold glass pressed against my skin
As I'm standing in the pouring rain
You see me but you won't let me in
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8. |
Nexus
03:11
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Come into the sun
Let the light fill you up
Take the pain from within
Let it dissolve
Let it degrade into your skin
Hold it close like a friend
Into the ground into the end
All alone we are one but together we come
Right as rain for just a minute
Lose it all before you win it
I can tell you now because I noticed
It's Nexus
Wherever you go
Then you learn
Now you know
See the birds and you find
Whatever hurts is in the back of your mind
Let it go but don't forget it
Memories are so upsetting
I can tell you all because I know this
It's Nexus
I noticed it's connected
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PIQUES Fort Wayne, Indiana
Midwestern Rock & Roll
Est. 2020
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