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It's been hours with no sound
and you think that your job's done
waiting for a response
and it's still raining
It's been hours you can't believe it is this what you do for fun?
c'mon Jesus listening to Whetus life is fleeting call your Mom.
At least you appreciate
your time out in the woods
but it's not getting more interesting
And did you think that it would?
So I got up and walked around
And pretended it was a game
That even when it happened
It never felt the same
you spent hours oh Jesus this time it's taken so long you've spent hours c'mon just leave it I don't care it isn't done c'mon hours c'mon mean it is this what you do for fun? They want your hours and more hours and more hours till they're gone
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Polite World
02:59
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It captivates your mind
until you can't think of anything else
It captivates your mind
until you can't think of anything else
it's not a polite world waiting to invite you
more like the end of the world coming from Hell
Once in awhile it feels like everything might just work out
once in a while it seems that pain isn't such an obstacle
its not a polite world waiting to greet you
more like the end of the world screaming fucking loud
And it's got so much to say to negate the findings
so much to quell to subvert them all
so much to pay for and waste your time in
always late but never able to tell
It captivates your mind
until you can't think of anything else
It captivates your mind
and you'll never think of anything else
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Sunny Road
04:49
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I was waiting on a sunny road
but you're still betting on the Devil's hope
and he's just somebody in my clothes feeling bold
and it takes it all away for greener pastures, what are you after
and it moves too fast to say, oh you'll laugh after...
on that sunny road
I stared out at that other world
you're still dead set against its mold
and he's waiting for square alone and keeping close
and it takes it all away for greener pastures, what are you after
and it moves too fast to say, oh you'll laugh after..
when you're done with me how can it be?
I know it well in myself
and want it out and think about
the one belief I never leave
reach out along the way to your sunny road...
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Be on guard, I'm a thief
03:13
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Try to find
what's worth it and clever
Your real mind
is the one we don't know
that's always there
And Ill yawn
before I quit ever
air tight, dry and gasping for
air to bear low
to bear low
why might
feeling cynical seem better
than believing it all
that it really matters?
Oh be on guard cause I'm a thief
Oh be on guard cause I'm a thief
I'm take more
than what we saved together
it becomes mine
as I
tightly tether
you'v come inside admit defeat
you've come inside my deceit
till you
my deceit
till you
my deceit
till you
go
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Grant Fairbrother Langley, Washington
Singer Songwriter based in Langley, WA. Drummer in Marshlands, Guitarist in Memory Boys. Full time Music Nerd, in a cool way.
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