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Balance
03:32
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I'd rather be asleep at home than off working making that dollar that I need
I cannot concentrate when all of my friends are talking, making the truth so hard to see
There are some things that we have seen, some apparition of our dreams, it never stops its routine
I would not trade this for the world, I will protect it like a pearl, just like a compass when I'm lost at sea
If you hold it a bit closer you might see it gleam
A heavy weight off your shoulders is all you need, right?
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2. |
Actions Speak
02:21
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Travel Song
03:43
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Arms of bronze or lungs of steel won't help you hold it in this time
The bell has rung and all your thoughts are falling in and out of line
The rise and fall of flesh, the ebb and flow
We're headed straight for death but after I don't know
I don't think anyone wants to find out if they're right about death
Marching forward looking back at all the love and hate and loss
The final miles of all these roads will end with none of us at a cross
My hands are tied until I die, my body silent
The other side will not reply, I will be silent
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Apollo
04:20
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Sat at the panel and pushed buttons
Kick your feet up in the captain's chair
Didn't come with no instructions
Loosing sight of anyone out there
As the stars are bright we should be so kind
It's like you've never been alone
Out here where even the gods won't find us
Trying to steal a glimpse of home
You can do it alone
All it takes is a little more time
Keep on moving along singing old folk songs
Never brake just for any old sign
You say you've come too far to fail
Too far to turn around
No one will ever tell your tale
This ship is going down
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Dangerous Tug
03:04
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You keep the west side cold, it's not about a change in the weather
You show your cards I fold, I'm not about to lose my gold
I'm all about the tight grip, fat lip, I'll never let my knot slip, get lit, I get it quick
Don't let me be the first hit, won't fit, I never wanna see you just sit, I'm all about the dangerous tug
I'm on the east side now, I'm short on cash but I'm banking on my wit
'Cause when the flow slows down you can bet it'll hit the ground
When you hear that sound, tense up like it was sacred ground that you were walking on
Spirits that don't remember you
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Interview
02:43
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I am no puppet so don't pull my strings
I will not bow to you or any fat lady that sings
I am the culprit you've been after
I am the dirt and the blood on your hands
Take it or leave it
Don't hesitate
Run out of options
Fall for the bait
This is redemption for the bastards
Surrender yourself to the whims of your wealth
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