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6
02:48
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You've been stuck in a daze
Open your eyes and change
The way you look at the day today
I know for sure it's a grind
But I hope you can find
A way to reclaim your mind
Too much light
I can't see
You just might
Be what I need
I'm not scared anymore
Of what's crawling down the hall
Hanging on from the ceiling and the walls
Repeating a six letter word
That I don't think I can recall
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2. |
Moind
02:17
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Can't pull me down till it comes to the end
Cause I got no money that I'm willing to spend
On the stupid shit you rub in my face
Take a bow and move away from this space
We're shoegazing cause we can't play
There's no point being serious anyway
Everyone thinks they're the next big thing
Soul sucking voids with nothing new to bring
I can't work out my mind
Even though I've tried and I've tried
Don't just look on glazing your eyes
Get yourself dirty
No need to surprise
I can't work out my mind
Even though I've tried and I've tried
Don't just look on glazing your eyes
Get yourself dirty
No need to surprise
I can't work out my mind
Even though I've tried and I've tried
Don't just look on glazing your eyes
Get yourself dirty
No need to surprise
I can't work out my mind
Even though I've tried and I've tried
Don't just look on glazing your eyes
Get yourself dirty
No need to surprise
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3. |
On Trial
03:06
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I'm bearing the facts
You've got a soul and a heart of gold
But I'm turning this fight
On its head and I'm breaking the mould
I guess you're leaving
The comfort of the easy life
On trial for treason
Pick sides and protect the line
You've got style
Well I've got faith
So wipe that smile
Off of your stupid face
Hunker down
In your bunker now
There's hungry kids outside your golden town
We're gona tear it down
We're gona tear it down
I can't breathe
I can't breathe
Grit my teeth
Let me grieve
I can't breath
Grit my teeth
Let me grieve
Now I've got no mouth but I must scream
You've taken the world and ripped at the seams
Pick the wrong side
False sense of pride
Breathe down my neck
Keep me in check
You're the star of your own game show
I hope this don't come to blows
Drink it down take your daily dose
It's a crying shame
Only you to blame
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stupidchief UK
Scatterbrain rock, Berkshire (UK).
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Contact: stupidchiefmail@yahoo.com
Dan Tilbrook
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