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Expiration Date
03:51
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I said that I’d never leave,
You said that you would stay with me,
I hung my life out on a wire,
Only to expire
My broken bones my memories,
Your wild heart has set you free,
I’m the consequence of your desire,
You left me to expire
You will not forget me, I will never shut my mouth,
And I will take you on back to January,
To when you said you’re happy, only when I was around,
So when you listen to this I hope it hurts just a little bit.
Cut the rope I fall from grace,
Love or a lie it’s all the same,
Still hear the way you say my name,
Cut the rope I fall from grace
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2. |
Paint My Face
03:41
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Now I look back at pain,
I see it now, I was the one to blame,
Playing at the clubs to make a couple bucks,
Throw it all away as if I give a fuck,
Who cares
Self destruct again and piss it all away.
Between you and me,
I’ve never seen the world so clearly,
Sinking alone,
Falling through this rabbit hole,
Fighting the sounds,
Of living through this war unspoken,
I’ll tuck it all away and I’ll paint my face.
It is time to make amends,
And thank my lucky stars, that I got up again,
Fighting off regret and messed up memories,
Sucker punch the past and drown it in the deep,
Move on
Warranting the death of the decline.
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3. |
Fictions
04:02
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History is in this photo chrome,
You believe that there is nothing wrong,
Take it or leave it baby, Take it or leave it baby,
Missing lampshades and blinding lights,
So I turn my attention up to the sky,
Take it or leave it baby, take it or leave it baby,
I have seen this long enough to leave,
I had heard that long before but I won’t hear it anymore,
Light the match and flick it in my face,
Watch the house burn down and walk away,
I should have seen it, should have seen it coming.
You’re writing fictions up in your head,
You choose to forget what I said,
Take it or leave it baby, Take it or leave it baby,
I’m carving answers all over these walls,
You turn a blind eye to your faulty,
Take it or leave it baby, Take it or leave it baby.
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4. |
The Garden Grows
04:13
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The garden grows only when you’re home,
But most of the time I’d rather be alone,
The wilted leaves part of my disease,
Germination of what’s buried beneath.
I’ve seen this before,
Of my hands,
All the sins I’ve performed
The baggage is now,
Packed away somewhere safe never to be found,
But the ground is shifting.
Yet we still stare at our feet.
The garden grows only when you’re home,
But most of the time I’d rather be alone,
The wilted leaves part of my disease,
Germination of what’s buried beneath.
I’ve seen you before,
You’re the one from my dream,
In that scene you were laughing.
But memories engage,
Something strange, yeah something unseen,
And the light in the alley shows the potholes beneath.
Yet we still walk that street.
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5. |
Champion
03:39
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You think you’re heaven sent,
A prophet wielding the truth,
A powerful weapon that you have no right to use,
Well I’m so sorry friend,
But I can’t let you go now,
It’s time for you to feel fear like you’ve never felt before,
So if you please, now come with me.
I’m gonna to drag you through hell
Champion, champion
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6. |
You're Dreaming
03:07
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Under prepared and under siege,
Retreating far into the trees,
Falling back, falling back, falling back, falling back, falling back, falling back now,
Don’t wake up,
You’re dreaming. Are you dreaming?
I’m the rafters in your church,
I’m the bottles in your bar,
I’m in your head, in your head, in your head, in your head, in your soul, in your head,
I see all,
So give in, Will you give in?
Who are you, who am I, who are they,
All your friends, up in your head, they can stay…with me,
I am you, I am I, I am they…sometimes,
Let the light shine from your eyes,
I know you’re bright inside.
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7. |
Can't Hang Around
03:13
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In the morning it's winter, in the evening it's summertime
I can't hang around baby, you know I gotta go
I'm at the bar drinking whiskey, you know I'm feeling alright
I can't hang around baby, you know I gotta go
Can't find the car door, looks like I'm walking home
Ain't got scratch for a cab neither, looks like I'm walking home
I can't hang around baby, you know I gotta go
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8. |
Hard Times
02:49
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I have been away for some time,
Living in and out of this lie,
Killing all the pain yeah, any way I can and,
That just ain’t the way to live life.
Just give me room,
I’ll get it right soon,
And we’ll look back on… Hard times
Breaking habit just ain’t easy,
Kicking everything that sets me free,
Alcohol and nicotine, they’ve taken so much from me,
I won’t fall victim to my genes.
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9. |
Road of Sacrifice
04:10
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I will share this road of sacrifice,
Only with you,
There will be a time to celebrate,
For me and you
The past has haunted all my dreams,
But I can’t let it, can’t let it,
The future sank its teeth in me,
But I can’t let it, can’t let it,
Erase what I have learned from solitude,
Return the mind back to the breath,
Confide in Shamatha,
Working to rebuild this life,
Keep on going, stay in the moment,
Discursiveness cuts like a knife,
Keep on going, stay in the moment,
Deconstruct this constructed reality,
Return the mind breath,
Confide in Shamatha
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10. |
If Fate Allows
04:52
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The canyon I’ve dug is impassable,
But the beauty within is incredible,
A river carves its way through the stone,
Layers and layers of history exposed.
Climb on down climb on down with me,
It’s a bit slippery so mind your feet,
If we get down to the valley floor,
Put a stake in the ground and we’ll call this all yours.
And I forever plan to be with you,
If fate allows
If all that I said is acceptable,
The fire we built may keep out the cold,
I’ll sing you this tune as a lullaby,
So as you rest your head I’ll keep watch in the night.
And I forever plan to be with you,
If fate allows
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The Kick Ups Providence, Rhode Island
The Kick Ups are a rock and roll band from Providence, RI. Ryan Hurley and Mike Rayner co-founded the band in November 2013 and have been writing, recording, and playing shows ever since. Their debut album "Germination" is available for download. Contact Mike at [mikemjr12@gmail.com]. ... more
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