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The Salesman
02:34
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THE SALESMAN
Is there something to be said for beating a horse when it's dead,
or bleeding out the demons in your head?
I'm a glutton for the pain, I'm a sucker for the shame
always looking for the next new to be the same
I can lie with the best of 'em, you'll buy what I sell
what I sell
But the best kind of lies are the lies I tell myself
I tell myself
At light you're leaving me at the bars or on the street
I'm a broken song on a record on repeat
But come darkness come what may, come dawn before the day
with all the big and tall tales we believe
When you call my name on the longest day
you can find me layin' in the darkest shade
So when you called my name the response that came
was a rare display of truth I can't explain
except only to play delusion's game
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Last Line of Defense
03:35
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Last Line of Defense
Feels like 30 below and the clocks have stopped running
We’ve been stuck in a moment and dreading what’s coming
It’s a stop at a block of an endless road
I see this ain’t the only place that it goes
What’s my obsession with only ever wanting more?
If I could learn from a lesson I wouldn’t be here now
staring down your door.
(chorus)
Say we’re safe, say we’re home
Say the last time we fell apart’s the last symptom
You’re the drug, I’m the habit we’re attaching to
And you’re still addicted to me, I’m addicted to you
If its games that you want then baby, keep playing
I’ll be categorizing the things you’ve been saying
Learning how to get through and turn you around
All this without making a sound
You’re tired like I am and done with dealing hands of luck
But you’re made from compassion and I’ve been know to self destruct
(chorus)
You think it just stopped making sense
But that’s just your last line of defense
(chorus x2)
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My Reputation Precedes Me
You feel like I’m safe, I’m a sinner
A conscious mistake made just for fuck’s sake
I was born a straight faced grinner
And I’ll let you bend before you break
You might be right when you say
(ch)
I’m a loser
I’ve heard it before
I’m a failure
I’ll fail some more
I’m a liar
You’re common response: (I told you as much)
What the hell? What the fuck?
We’re all on a path of destruction
A journey of sorts without romance of course
where we all undervalue instruction
you’ll regret what you didn’t do, so fuck remorse
Be it pleasure, be it pain
I’m still the easiest to blame
(ch2)
I’ll admit, I’m a loser
I’ve heard it before.
I’m a failure
We’re all liars
but we have much more fun
under the gun
You feel like I’m safe, I’m a sinner. A conscious mistake made just for fuck’s
sake. I was born a straight faced grinner, and I’ll let you bend before you break.
You might be right when you say I’m a loser, I’ve heard it before. I’m a failure,
I’ll fail some more. I’m a liar, your common response: ‘What the hell? What the
fuck?’ We’re all on a path of destruction. A journey of sorts, without romance of
course, where we all undervalue instruction. You’ll regret what you didn’t do, so
fuck remorse. Be it pleasure, be it pain, I’m still the easiest to blame. I’m a loser,
I’ve heard it before. I’m a failure, I’ll fail some more. I’m a liar, I told you as much.
I’ll admit that I’m a loser, I’ve heard it before. I’m a failure... We’re all liars, but we
have much more fun under the gun.
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Lines in the Road
Where the fuck is the green grass?
I’ve been around this town to every underpass
and searched to the best of my ability
The best I can hope for now
is the ground under the leaves under my feet
(ch)
So let it be known, I’m coming home
to the lines in the road where I belong
I found myself on a long drive over county lines
Let it be known
Down here the enemy is just the passing time
and maydayers and naysayers are no friends of mine
Our darkest days turn into brightest nights
and soon enough you find, they’re the best times of your life
and it’s your life.
(ch)
(br)
It’s easy to forget the exact time we died
But harder to forget the reasons why
You won’t find me raising flags of solid white
With the four famous last words ‘at least we tried’
(ch x2)
So where the fuck is the green grass? I’ve been around this town to every
underpass and searched to the best of my ability. The best I can hope for now
is the ground under the leaves under my feet. So let it be known, I’m coming
home to the lines in the road where I belong. I found myself on a long drive over
county lines, let it be known. Down here the enemy is just the passing time, and
maydayers and naysayers are no friends of mine. Our darkest days turn into
brightest nights, and soon enough you’ll find they’re the best times of your life,
and it’s your life. It’s easy to forget the exact time we died, but harder to forget
the reasons why. You won’t find me raising flags of solid white, with the four
famous last words ‘at least we tried.’
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