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Somewhere in the Middle
03:06
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I know that you've been busy, I've been busy too
Ain't that life thing a bitch
I'd love it if we could meet, talk it up with you
I'm sure you'd love my pitch
Life has been good but is it ever that simple
And maybe you feel the same
Let's play it loud like the crashing of a cymbal
I know you love the game
You got yours and I got mine
But let's find some time even a little
No need to wait for a sign
Let's meet somewhere in the middle
Let's take a drive and not care where we end up
I got a half full tank
Tell me about your successes and your screw-ups
Give it to me point blank
I'll make you one, just not the usual kind
I'll make the kind you keep
That if you're lost, I will be the one you can find
When the unease runs deep
The game is on and the battle is raging
Like all the ones we've ever fought
Strap yourself in for the next round is a-coming
Come on motherfucker give me your best shot
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The Pack
03:10
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He calls you lazy while he strokes your hair a bit too hard
You feel flattered, now the pain it ain't so bad
He calls you lazy, joke that you belong in the backyard
You live in fera to do something ot make him mad
But you don't own none of the shame
Yeah he's the one that is to blame
Run, til dark becomes light
Leaves the sadness and never look back
Don't you ever give up the fight
Love yourself to find your place in the pack
That old wallpaper is starting to make you wanna cry
The walls the close in every time you shut your eyes
You crack a window to get some air but it's all too dry
Lately you fear there might have been more lows than highs
There ain't no shame in moving on
No it won't miss you when you're gone
Run, til dark becomes light
Leaves the sadness and never look back
Don't you ever give up the fight
Love yourself to find your place in the pack
You don't know what but there's a hefty weight your shoulders bear
Your heart is heavy, it seems there's nothing you can do
You feel unhappy and you start to believe that it's fair
You keep wondering if there is something wrong with you
Please don't let yourself go too far
You are just perfect as you are
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3. |
Christmas Without You
03:34
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There's a fire burning in the wood stove
A concertina tune in the air
There is music and laughter and joy
Around me everywhere
There's a pot roast cooking in the oven
I can smell it coming down the stairs
And behind every smile the same thought
That you used to be there
Christmas without you just isn't the same
There is a bitter taste in my beer
The carols they whisper your name
As far as anyone can hear
There's Johnny he's playing his old 6 string
And there's Ray, he is singing along
With such warmth and kindness he makes
you feel like you belong
There's a trooper behind that old counter
He got quite the sadness in his eyes
Every night I can tell he is waiting
For the sun to rise
And your laughter so infectious is like a ghost
It reminds us that you are still here
In our hearts, in our songs, sitting with us almost
In that trooper that holds you so dear
Christmas without you'll never be the same
This bitter taste in my beer won't go
Though the carols still whisper your name
You're with us in more ways that we know
There's a fire burning in the wood stove
A concertina tune in the air
There is music and laughter and you're
Around us everywhere
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