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Less Of Me
03:24
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I've known outrage like a brother
It's not unique to this time of year
A nasty trait that I learned from my dad
A convenient way of facing fear
Bite your tongue when you're crying
Leave the room if you are not alone
There's not diplomas hung from my walls
There's barely proof that I was ever hear
Over the phone I speak with my dad
Into the void I voice my fears
I won't bite my tongue just because you're crying
I will leave the room but you are not alone
I'm beginning to think that you think less of me
Not for the man I am, but for who I used to be
My home is the same as yours, I've seen what you've seen
And I would hate to learn that you could think less of me
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2. |
The Ash
05:09
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I'm feeling down like I've lost a war
And I'm none to keen to walk out my door
And I can't explain what chaos is for
But I know we will rise from the ash
There's a shallow grave where my tears do fall
Filled with ghosts and dreams and I'll bury them all
And on that place will grow ten feet tall
A tree that has risen from ash
I'm no king, I've no crown
What's promised me comes from the ground
Still I know that it will taste of ash
I'm feeling down but I won't complain
Because it's days like these that put grit to our names
We learn what we're made of and who's likely to stay
We learn that we'll rise from the ash
I'm no king, I've no crown
What's promised me comes from the ground
Still I know that it will taste of ash
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3. |
Burn It Down
02:15
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I'm not here for long
And I'll thank you to let me carry on
Blood dries on your brow; a crown of thorns
That's been stuck in my side since I was born
So now move along
Pull your arrows from my chest, they don't belong
Write your sermon, be my guest, they'll sing along
You will be gone soon enough, it won't be long
You're a stones throw from my bed in a glass house
And I will not bury my dead, I'll burn it down
I will take only what I need
Your superstitions I will not concede, not now
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4. |
It's Always
02:40
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No, I'm not going back there
I'm not living my life in that snare
It's always what you say and never what you do
It's all of those past sins now coming to haunt you
I've got your cigarettes, no need to pay me back
Just give me a ride some place or else buy me another pack
It's always who you know and never what you've seen
You're always on the run or else you're living in between
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Dead, Dead Swans Milwaukee, Wisconsin
Folk band from the Midwest
Insta: @deaddeadswans
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