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Cocaine, Nevada
03:27
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Well she drinks too much
She's got a tattooed touch
a mean metal gun, she's dangerous
She's just denim and skin
gotta wonder where she's been
Fast life, crazy nights, never see her again
Her scent's like a drug
the smell of liquor and blood
Those dangerous guns
she's just havin' fun
Hot rods and high heels
Red lips and blue pills
Cocaine, Nevada gives all the right thrills
You feel her as she moves
her skin's luke-warm and smooth
She's a porcelain cup filled up with tattoos
She's got a rattlesnake tongue
she's darkness undone
Bad-ass and proud, i think she's on the run
Her scent's like a drug
the smell of liquor and blood
Those dangerous guns
she's just havin' fun
Hot rods and high heels
Red lips and blue pills
Cocaine, Nevada gives all the right thrills
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Wall Street
03:03
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I'm coming out of the south
with the jerks calling foul
'cause I like to truth
and run my mouth about
the government tellin' lies again
I'll call you out just because I can
You know it's so hard to see
what you're supposed to believe
'cause it's hidden in the media, tv
they are telling you this and that
well come on D.C. just give us the facts
Tell me now, or we're about to have it out
right here in the center of Wall Street
It's getting so hard to breathe
look what you're doing to me
with my acts to take back liberty
yeah, you claim worldwide we are free
yeah we are free to shut down wall street
We know you sold us out
and what it's all about
so don't give me falsified bullcrap
the people are rising up again
you better run just as fast as you can
Whatever happened to you
whatever happened to me
there's no longer a middle or in between
it's just the rich getting richer
the poor waits in line
power to the people, it's about time
Tell me now, or we're about to have it out
right here in the center of Wall Street
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3. |
I
03:37
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i was normal according to me
i was thinking about the possibility
seven hours in between
my reality and the insomnity
i met you out in the rain
doing that desert dance again
the sun had died, went to hide
behind the clouds - peakin from the side
i hear the voices in the trees
they're telling me to make believe
imaginary friends of mine
they live, they love, they laugh, they cry
i, i, i, i
don't know me
islands lost throughout the seas
nights of protest just for peace
return into winters dream
return all of lost sympathy
my mind is open, my eyes are tired
now i'm hoping for the enemy fire
the hearts will burn, the soul will flood
the skies will turn, with the extinguished sun
there's nothing like a broken scene
when nobody knows what you mean
i hear you laughing in the hall
playing those mind games after all
i, i, i, i
don't know me
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The Dirty Clergy Winfield, Alabama
Brian Manasco
Ky Carter
Cody Moorehead
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