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Oklahoma
02:27
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I left my heart in Oklahoma
I leave pieces of myself
Wherever I go
I’ve committed acts of treason
Conspiracy’s in season
Your friends become foes
Little kids shouldn’t play big boy games without bulletproof vests
Do you know
How she sings
When she’s controlled
By puppet strings
There’s no surrender
There’s no retreat
We are the stray dogs
Exploited mutilated and beat
There’s no surrender
There’s no retreat
We are the stray dogs
Exploited do-it-yourself defeat
Theres no surrender
there’s no surrender
there’s no surrender
We are the stray dogs
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2. |
Hideaway
03:40
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You were my rock, you were my anchor
No longer shielding me from the blisters, the sores, and cankers
All those nights of tossing and turning
Past embers brightly burning
Now I’m left with this travesty of third degree burns and charred memories
Places are like ghosts
They can haunt us all
What are you trying to conjure from me?
The ghost’s of christmas past
The one’s who never last
Another foreclosed hideaway
You woulda coulda been
The greatest story that I ever told
Do you hear the sounds of my restless bones? They are growing old
I’m so sick of transitional seasons
If we could only try change for treason
I always take the worst of the beatings
Because I’m the first arriving and the last one leaving
Places are like ghosts
They can haunt us all
What are you trying to conjure from me?
The ghost’s of christmas past
The one’s who never last
Another foreclosed hideaway
You were my hideaway
Wreckage from the past united
Our safe havens bulldozed and divided
I always take the worst of the beatings
I always take the worst of the beatings
I always take the worst of the beatings
I’m the first arriving and the last one leaving
Places are like ghosts
They can haunt us all
What are you trying to conjure from me?
The ghost’s of christmas past
The one’s who never last
Another foreclosed hideaway
Another foreclosed hideaway
Another foreclosed hideaway
You were my hideaway
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3. |
Titan
01:51
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We have been conquered
We’ve been overthrown and left behind
Our legacy has been sacrificed
We are all martyrs
We sold our souls and stayed behind
We were shot and hung before our prime
The faces are nameless
The places have faded
Ambition sedated
Our youth has been wasted
We are all titans
Drenched in blood
Side by Side
We won’t expire without a fight
We are bastards of lions
Our bloody battle of attrition
We forge ahead to make our transition
The faces are nameless
The places have faded
Ambition sedated
Our youth has been wasted
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4. |
Let's Get It
03:48
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When I return to life
I’m coming back as fire
Incinerate all the liars
My ghost still roams these streets
Haunting the concrete
We won’t lie down with the weak
It’s not giving in, it’s not giving up
We won’t pay worship to the garish sun
It’s not giving in, it’s not giving up
A reclamation
Hell fire dictation
He’s not dead, he’s just asleep
It’s getting darker down here
Please just give me your hand
We’re gonna find a way out
It’s not giving in, It’s not giving up
We won’t pay worship to the garish sun
It’s not giving in, it’s not giving up
And we are the children of a dying sun
I’m coming back to life
I will return tonight
A reclamation of fire
It’s getting darker down here
Please just give me your hand
We’re gonna find a way out of here
It’s not giving in, it’s not giving up
We’re gonna find a way out of here
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5. |
Jean Jackets In June
04:35
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I can see you standing there
On the coldest street in the coldest town
On the oldest darkest side of the world
This state can’t keep my warmth from you
Summer flowers never come in bloom
And we’re wearing
Jean Jackets In June
Revisiting our younger selves
With the same old songs and the same old tales
Degauss these mix tapes and these photos too
Vanquish the history of you
Summer never came that afternoon
And we’re holding onto our
Jean Jackets In June
And we’re wearing our
And we’re holding onto our
Jean Jackets In June
This is the shortest summer
The windchill makes me suffer
The cold still haunts me
And I want it to last longer
This is the shortest summer
And the only thing I can offer
Is granting you warmth from the cold
It’s haunting me, it’s conjuring
It’s haunting me, it’s conjuring, it’s haunting me
There’s a bus leaving at midnight
It’s only got room left for me or you
This town won the war years ago
Let me jacket keep you warm
This is the shortest summer
Jean Jackets In June
I can still see you in daydreams
Take this for warmth from the cold
This is the shortest summer
And the only thing I remember is our
Jean Jackets In June
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