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Sometimes I disagree with myself
As smoothly as the day has gone
My brain is squeezing out the broken
My sadness hurries me along
To a place nearby that's open
To a place in time I'll surely disregard
And all of my people are still in bed
With the night time bar scene blues
And I'll take my place among the stools
And force myself to smile
So I'll brave and order
I'll check my phone for something
And I'll change, I'll cross-over
To the man I want to be
She keeps me safe
She listens to my great debate
She runs to my pathetic drunk defence
I drink alone but with my friends
I didn't know this life was real
My social sickness keeps me here
These people know that I need saving
The gospel Jameson with beer
And all of my people are still in bed
With the night time bar scene blues
And I'll take my place among the stools
And force myself to yell
About my life
About my lovers
About my pride
Under the covers
And they surely pour the drinks and take my money
And they always give me reason to keep going
They run to my pathetic drunk defense
I drink alone but with my friends
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Brotherhood
03:21
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When the moment comes along and all of us wanna throw
Whiskey punches
Chucking knuckles
Screaming “bud you wanna go?”
Cause one of us
Is gonna say something
With liquid confidence
Brotherhood will trump the reasoning behind it
Seasons change
We drink in vain
Keep your head above the water
As we fall together
We’re drunk and high
We fuck and fight
Leave your empties here at christie and keep your stick down on the ice
When you were gone
I stole your favourite bong
And brought it down the street and traded it for a hockey stick
That got us out of all our darkest moments
Brotherhood
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Sitting Ducks
02:52
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I gotta brand new phone new baby
Gonna get some work done baby
Gonna waste away the afternoon
Can you believe its only Wednesday
I'm sick of this dude yelling at me
Does he even know just who I am
We all are sitting ducks
Just staring at the screen
I swear the end is here
So please deliver my pizza here
You've always been alone
A category of your own
The times will change
The earth will shake
And you'll be buried with your gun
Fuck this place need a password for the wifi
Give me gift cards for the time I've been on standby
Why should I let you merge in my lane?
Kids kids kids fucking great job great pay
I built a sunroom where the iPads can stay
The price of gas better stay where it is
Complacency is all I see
We got everything we need
This tired heart my smothered soul
Has been laid back down to sleep
And all at once it falls on us
Like a piano in that scene
But now we're all inside
We were meant to hide
We got everything we need
Buncha sitting ducks here baby
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Lambs
03:42
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I think its time to apologize
Cause i was making eyes for the wrong damn reasons
Cause every time i fall apart my motives are all wrong
Word on the street was that you drank the boys under the table
I figured i’d have a taste of that
Ignore the last last few words i said
Pass the bottle over that way
Lambs rum
Two bucks cheaper
Lambs rum
Sorry girl i’m not the one lambs rum
Window feature
Lambs rum
Sorry girl i’m just a drinker
I could say what i need
To make you feel so pretty but
But Ill surely mix it up with a couple jokes
And a you know what
And i’ll pour another one cause i’m still awkward
It just hasn’t felt right
It just doesn’t feel right
Ignore the next words i say
Pass the bottle to the left babe
You fill me up with all the cheap stuff
I still don’t love you anymore
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guitar mercenaries & beer drinkers watching the good ol' hockey game over a little punk rock madness!
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