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Green Lightning
02:39
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Well it was sometime in the spring
and the leaves had swallowed up the trees
and when the timing was right
I had a feeling coming over me
Standing over the town
Watching a melting sun go down
We were drowning in the light
Green light
Green lightning
Now the night comes creeping in
Were heading back to the house again
We let the stereo play
and started talking about our day when were
Standing over the town
Watching a melting sun go down
We were drowning in the light
Green light
Green lightning
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2. |
No Reason
03:04
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Under my skin and it tore me apart
There's blood moving but I can't find the heart
It came only to leave in the end
Just a devil disguised as a friend
It's something I can't put my finger on
It had me dreaming, now the dream is gone
Breaking my back now for your praise
Don't you leave me in this shallow grave
I'd solve the riddle but I don't have time
This kind of trouble, well it ain't worth a dime
There's no reason to wonder
There's no reason to care
There's no reason to wonder
There's no reason to care
There's no reason
There's no reason
Under my skin and it tore me apart
There's blood moving but I can't find the heart
It came only to leave in the end
Just a devil disguised as a friend
It's something I can't put my finger on
It had me dreaming, now the dream is gone
Breaking my back now for your praise
Don't you leave me in this shallow grave
You only call when there's no one else
Won't live my life as a book on your shelve
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3. |
Where Does it End
05:11
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Well tell me, tell me where does it end
I've got a hundred people, all claim to be my friend
But they'll drag you down so you can sweep their floor
I am beaten and bruised and I can't take no more
I ain't got nobody and that's fine by me
What I've got is mine and that sets me free
Won't you help me when I'm down on my bended knee
I am covered in chains and they won't even look at me
Well I've got more than any man around
But I'm not match for these words, they only bring me down
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4. |
Living Dead
03:27
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I don't care what the people say
I'm gonna lie down in the street
Let the trash wash over me
and let the bugs chew at my feet
No plans for the day
No plans for the day ahead
Everyone get a look at me
I'm just one of the living dead
I ain't no one
It wasn't meant to be
I ain't no one
and the fault it lies on me
Get your hands away from me
I'm not part of your pity show
Everyone get a look at me
I live a life that you'll never no
Bury my head deep in the sand
and I ain't ever coming up
and every day just slips away
Like blood from an open cut
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5. |
Worrying the Night Away
03:05
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Oh, my dreams, how could you be so mean
Showing me things I ain't ever seen
You don't know how bad you sting
When I am waking up to the same old thing
Well I do what i need to get it done
But it starts to blur when there's no one
Seems that the dark is here to stay
and I can't make it through the day
Worrying the night away
No one can tease me quite like the way I do
Feels so real you think it was a dream come true
Take all your pennies and throw them in a wishing well
But when you open your eyes you'll find nothing ever was for sale
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