1. |
Let Love Be
03:54
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The years roll on,
And still,
Our youth won't hold the line forever.
I'm hopeful still,
That I'll find,
What I need to bring us together.
I'll storm this weather,
For you,
For something better. Oh yeah.
This is a hell of a fight,
But I'm doing alright,
Waiting on you to see,
I won't let love be.
One day soon you'll wake and roll,
Right into me,
We'll smile and laugh and remember how stubborn,
You and I would be,
Late night mistakes and dozens of takes,
Trying to win trust back, oh yeah,
We weren't wasting time,
We were learning, to adapt.
This is a hell of a fight,
But I'm doing alright,
Waiting on you to see,
I won't let love be.
Let love be, no I won't let love be.
This is a hell of a fight,
But I'm doing alright,
Waiting on you to see,
I won't let love be.
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2. |
World So Small
03:56
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When did our reality, oh come to be,
A crazy imitation, a Hollywood creation,
We're losing touch oh can't you see.
And the thunder of the keys,
Bringing generations to their knees,
Don't tell me that you dream
Of finding love in that screen,
It's not how life's supposed to be.
I miss those days,
When life was more than a page,
You can rid me of these gadgets,
And silence all this racket,
Cause I'm fine in a time,
Of a world so small.
Oh they stand eight feet tall,
Behind their coded walls,
But when those walls they fall down,
They're all left dumbfound,
Cause eye to eye, emotions don't hide.
I miss those days,
When life was more than a page,
You can rid me of these gadgets,
And silence all this racket,
Cause I'm fine in a time,
Of a world so small.
When the buzz in your ear,
Is all that you hear.
And the words you're looking for,
Aren't there like times before,
It's no tease, it's a social disease.
I miss those days,
When life was more than a page,
You can rid me of these gadgets,
And silence all this racket,
Cause I'm fine in a time,
Of a world so small.
A world so small.
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3. |
Gettin' Er Done Tonight
03:28
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It's me, him, and the six-strings,
We got ourselves to thinking,
'Bout writing a song,
Only thing come to mind is some beer pong.
Round up the lads and some cold ones,
We're getting set for some good fun,
Out in this sun,
Oh a double cup sunk and the game's won.
Ohh, you got us feeling alright.
Ohh, we're gettin' er done tonight.
You never know where the time's gone,
But there's beers cold and the steak's on,
When them girls arrive,
And you know they be looking damn fine.
A solid 52 stack,
A quick look at the drunk map,
Put your drinks up high,
And salute that midnight sky.
Ohh, you got us feeling alright.
Ohh, we're gettin' er done tonight.
Na na na na na na
Oh yeah X3
Ohh, you got us feeling alright.
Ohh, we're gettin' er done tonight. X2
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4. |
Hangover Song
03:56
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I lay awake, and I wait
For the familiar pounding, to take its place.
And the subtle sounds around
Break the silence, in this space.
As the creaking door, gives way to your face.
Suddenly, I never wanna leave this place.
And I feel quite wrong, hangover song.
Ouuu.
You curl up in my bed, your lips still red.
But your shirt gives you away, for where you've been.
And you look me in the eyes, and even then,
I can't burn up. Who am I, and why, am I so fucked up.
And I feel quite wrong, hangover song.
Ouuu.
(solo vocal fill)
And I feel quite wrong, hangover song.
Ouuu.
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5. |
I Know
03:10
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I've had it to here already,
It's been but three days my dear.
The snow it falls steady,
As I sit here drinking my beer, hey!
Two-hundred and eighty clicks,
That don't sound so bad.
The time it slowly ticks,
Forever holding me back.
Yeah, yeah, yeah, I know.
Yeah, yeah, yeah, I know.
Tonight it finally hit,
That the young days they are gone.
I know this can't be it,
Cause the good times always roll on and on.
Yeah, yeah, yeah, I know.
Yeah, yeah, yeah, I know.
The times they are changing,
You know it means so much,
Despite this distance,
Oh we won't lose touch, oh yeah.
I've had it to here already,
It's been but three days my dear.
The snow it falls steady,
As I sit here drinking my beer!
Yeah, yeah, yeah, I know.
Yeah, yeah, yeah, I know.
Yeah, yeah, yeah, I know.
Yeah, yeah, yeah, I know.
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Storey Above Halifax, Nova Scotia
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