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Runnin Out Of Time
01:46
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I don’t know what you’ve been fed
But all this crap is going to your head.
RUNNIN OUT OF TIME
I heard it on the news today
Everybody wants to have their own way.
RUNNIN OUT OF TIME
Too many crooks cooking the books
Go to school just to fix their looks
RUNNIN OUT OF TIME
Down and out shining shoes
Keep on trucking and singing the blues
RUNNIN OUT OF TIME
RUNNIN OUT OF TIME
Buy a house build a monument
We’re on this planet just-a-paying the rent
RUNNIN OUT OF TIME
Don’t do what you don’t want to
You’re a loser if you think you’re cool
RUNNIN OUT OF TIME
RUNNIN OUT OF TIME
RUNNIN OUT OF TIME
RUNNIN OUT OF TIME
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2. |
Stop Trying
01:47
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Why should things be easy?
Don’t you think that you’d get bored
Life is messy for a reason
We’re all sitting around getting old
So what’s the use in crying?
Get it together and stop trying!
You’re mind is a dry river
Dead plants and no ideas
No inspiration left in you
You seek approval from you peers
So what’s the use in crying?
Get it together and stop trying
So what’s the use in crying?
Get it together and stop trying
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3. |
Cream Of The Crop
02:42
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All I want from you
Is to forget you’re troubles all you blues
Little by little a smile comes through
I know it’s dangerous and rebellious too
What we need is independency
Get rid of these blinder so we can see
There ain’t nobody here
No one else
We’ll jump over the moon
Beyond ourselves
I can see
all your faces
Like butterflies
So defenceless
Look you like the cream
The cream of the crop
We’ll dance together
Till the night stops
And it never stops
And all I wanna say
Is I love you
All you kind folks
I love you
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4. |
I Don’t Believe You
01:35
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So I walk away from your light
Because it don’t look very bright
You tell me what to say
But I don’t do it that way
I’m sitting all alone on a rubbish can with a beer bottle in my hand
I’ve been drinking all night just trying to understand
I don’t believe you
You got nothing to say
You’re eyes are empty
Anyway
So I’m now in the dark
Where I can hear your ugly bark
You tell me to be a good boy
But I’m savvy to your ploy
I’m sitting all alone on a rubbish can with a beer bottle in my hand
I’ve been drinking all night just trying to understand
I don’t believe you
You got nothing to say
You’re eyes are empty
Anyway
I don’t believe you
You got nothing to say
You’re eyes are empty
FUCK OFF.
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