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He lived in a cabin out by the creek
The sorrow in his eyes and the weeps and the whines
Like jet turbines
The little things you find between the cracks
The black soot of the old mine shaft
The kids they laugh
We live in troubled times
We live in troubled times
What's yours is also mine
We live in troubled times
His Boat was anchored there for six weeks now
I wish I learned to sail but I don't know how, I don't know how
True sailing is dead that's what he said
His voice wrapped up in a, a graspy howl, this God damn town
We live in troubled times
We live in troubled times
What's yours is also mine
We live in troubled times
It proved that the sound of your kitchen stove
Drowns the magnitude of it all
Oh how we fall
And as the sailor dies out at see
He's looking at you, you're looking back at me, Oh how we grieve
We live in troubled times
We live in troubled times
What's yours is also mine
We live in troubled times
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Came To Find
04:44
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He lived in a cabin out by the creek
The sorrow in his eyes and the weeps and the whines
Like jet turbines
The little things you find between the cracks
The black soot of the old mine shaft
The kids they laugh
We live in troubled times
We live in troubled times
What's yours is also mine
We live in troubled times
His Boat was anchored there for six weeks now
I wish I learned to sail but I don't know how, I don't know how
True sailing is dead that's what he said
His voice wrapped up in a, a graspy howl, this God damn town
We live in troubled times
We live in troubled times
What's yours is also mine
We live in troubled times
It proved that the sound of your kitchen stove
Drowns the magnitude of it all
Oh how we fall
And as the sailor dies out at see
He's looking at you, you're looking back at me, Oh how we grieve
We live in troubled times
We live in troubled times
What's yours is also mine
We live in troubled times
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I've done my time walking around in a blurry line
Wasting my golden pen on your paper
Thinking this would make me happier than before
I'm tired of being accused of an innocent crime
Her white mask follows wherever I go like the eyes of a painting or cigarette smoke
Her white mask follows wherever I go like the eyes of a painting or cigarette smoke
Cigarette smoke
Your masked face is following me and I don't want it anymore
Walking down the drawn out street I can't ignore
How many times must I leave before I don't come back
How many times must I cry before I forget the past
Are you looking to the past?
Cause I'm looking to the past
Her white mask follows wherever I go like the eyes of a painting or cigarette smoke
Her white mask follows wherever I go like the eyes of a painting or cigarette smoke
Cigarette smoke
Her white mask follows wherever I go like the eyes of a painting or cigarette smoke
Her white mask follows wherever I go like the eyes of a painting or cigarette smoke
Cigarette smoke
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The Whole Damn Town
03:51
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Said it once, said it a million
It ain't Rome that you've been building
When have you seen your wife and children
Do you even really want to see them?
Your corporate ladders growing taller
And the black trench coat's making an offer
Your stocks are falling now at least you got her
She's a tightened knot and a bourbon shot, and an empty bottle
I tell you man I saw it in your eyes, you never did know how to prioritize
You got yourself a shell but your just Lord of The Flies
I'm burning down the whole damn town to make you realize
Cocaine and booze your breathing fire
Tried to sell your soul but there ain't no buyer
Hearing sounds and spinning 'round like clothes in a dryer
Years of it and an ER trip to cross the wire
I tell you man I saw it in your eyes, you never did know how to prioritize
You got yourself a shell but your just Lord of The Flies
I'm burning down the whole damn town to make you realize
What do you call a man who ain't himself
But pieces of who he was until he got help
Mary Shelly's monster ain't the worst news
Just a broken man they never understood
Just a broken man they never understood
I was a broken man they never understood
I tell you man I saw it in your eyes, you never did know how to prioritize
You got yourself a shell but your just Lord of The Flies
I'm burning down the whole damn town to make you realize
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Your Ghosts (Revisited)
05:16
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And these ghosts got me shakin' in my boots
And these ghosts are hauntin' me and they're hauntin' you
And I don't know why I'm leaving or where I'll go
Or why it seems to hurt so much, hurt so much
I left the past behind but it always comes to find me
And I hate to say I'm leaving now but I'll always remember how
You told me never fear, the pain is gone and I'm right here
I'll hold you close when you can only cry, I'll never question if you don't know why
And these ghosts got me shakin' in my boots
And these ghosts are hauntin' me and they're hauntin' you
And I don't know why I'm leaving or where I'll go
Or why it seems to hurt so much, hurt so much
I can't stay here after all, the seasons change like the leaves of fall
And the road is cold and bitter, but I can't bear to wait another winter
Without you knowing the truth, all these things hidden in my room
Mourn for me morning as I walk away, weep for me willow for I cannot stay
And these ghosts got me shakin' in my boots
And these ghosts are hauntin' me and they're hauntin' you
And I don't know why I'm leaving or where I'll go
Or why it seems to hurt so much, hurt so much
And these ghosts got me shakin' in my boots
And these ghosts are hauntin' me and they're hauntin' you
And I don't know why I'm leaving or where I'll go
Or why it seems to hurt so much, hurt so much
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The Watergate Scandal
04:29
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I long for days where people ran free like sprinklers on your lawn
And it wasn't as hard to believe only the things that you saw
And a man like Richard Nixon didn't have much say at all
About the turning of your thoughts on, a dying light in a bathroom stall
I screamed I am not a crook
I rake in more than I should
When will you read a God damn book
And see things ain't always how they look
I screamed I am not a crook
I rake in more than I should
When will you read a God damn book
And see things ain't always how they look
It's days like this that all I trust are people screaming in the streets
Newspaper headlines are taught deep throated to the teens
The mystic mind of forgotten time when it wasn't as easy to
Find a movie name or a son that plays on station 103.2
I screamed I am not a crook
I rake in more than I should
When will you read a God damn book
And see things ain't always how they look
I screamed I am not a crook
I rake in more than I should
When will you read a God damn book
And see things ain't always how they look
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Tayler Lacey Salt Lake City, Utah
Folk singer in Salt Lake City. Putting the Yee in your Haw.
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