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Alone with myself
My conscience to bear
Maybe I'd feel better if I cut off my hair
But I can't let go of the problems I made
Maybe I'd sleep better if i weren't so vain
So every night I pray
And every night I stay awake
Hoping my voice will be heard
But not every prayer is answered
Sometimes the answer is no
Sometimes it's just you and the problems you have
And you face them alone
Sometimes you just have to let it go
Knowing your voice won't be heard
Cuz not every prayer is answered
I look at myself
So unconscious and blind
Maybe I'd see clearer if I opened my eyes
But how can I fix all my mistakes
When there's so many more I will make
How can I think clearer with so much at stake?
So every night I wait
And every night I meditate
Waxing and waning absurd
But not every prayer is answered
Sometimes the answer is no
Sometimes it's just you and the voice in your head won't just leave you alone
Sometimes you just have to let it flow
Painting your heart with your words
When not every prayer is answered
Not every prayer is answered
Sometimes the answer is no
Not every prayer is answered
Sometimes the answer is no
I don't have to worry anymore
I still have a body
And a good life lived out loud thru open doors
But know that growth is costly
And you're not me
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Salty
02:55
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You did whatever just to feel alright
There's a hole in your heart and it's filling up with ice
Your lips are lying like it's going out of style
Please leave this bed, don't stay for a while
I'm salty like saline
And your sad eyes have turned mean
I forgot how to stop the bleeding
And you can't seem to face me
You looked at me like I was two feet tall
Don't play at all, please wash your hands
But now your eyes are crying tears of white
Big stain on the map of nowhere land.
And you're salty
And you’re left for dead
And your mad eyes have turned red
I forgot how to stop from dying
And you can't seem to stop lying
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Collection Of Ghosts
07:23
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Let’s praise the Lord today because we’re young and we’re healthy
We’ll figure out something to say
Why not assign higher meaning to what we don’t understand
Does it feel wonderful?
That we’re all running in circles and none the wiser
We think that we’re so special
But at the end of the day we’re only lawn fertilizer
I wonder what it felt like to be un-American
When it mattered the most: Collection Of Ghosts
I wonder what it felt like to be un-American
You can follow along, I’m singing our song
Let’s praise the Lord today because we didn’t get shot up in a bar
Is god a he, she, or they?
And if we’re making it to heaven, bet we’ll make it pretty far
But I’ve got a plan for myself
Yeah I’ve got a plan for myself
I wonder what it felt like to be un-American
When it mattered the most: Collection Of Ghosts
I wonder what it felt like to be un-American
I’ll be singing our song, can you sing along?
I wonder what it felt like to be un-American
When it mattered the most: Collection Of Ghosts
I wonder what it felt like to be un-American
I wonder because I feel so goddamned un-American
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cuddledrug Philadelphia, Pennsylvania
Rock band turned vehicle for advocacy.
www.cuddledrug.com
Love everyone.
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