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rollin'
02:25
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I can’t remember
The last time that I felt together
I’m always poisoning and punishing myself
I’d behave better
But it’d take whips and chains and leather
An injury to bring me back to health
It’s not the devil
It’s not the television
Making decisions, making up my point of view
I’m not a rebel
I’m just not level headed
Far from normal but not not like you
*I am an engine
You get my motor runnin'
You keep me rollin' rollin' steady down the track
You say I move you
I wanna get you shakin'
And feel the sweat rollin' rollin' down your back
I still remember
The first time we walked together
Through a valley in the black hills underneath a swollen moon
And I told you
I dreamed of you
And I knew I’d love you until my days are through
Let’s go to turkey
Let’s go to houston, tx
Let’s see the ocean lit up by the setting sun
We’ll go to memphis
We’ll go see gracelandthis ain't really livin'
i guess you know what i mean
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2. |
this ain't really livin'
02:57
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the sun burns like my breakfast
fillin' urns earnin' reckless piles o' cash
crash you movin' way too fast
rats come out and pick the bones clean
this ain't really livin'
i guess you know what i mean
get out and get the paper
clip the coupons group 'em and recoup 'em later
so the kids don't starve
it gets hot in the kitchen don't cut the energy
this ain't really livin'
i guess you know what i mean
come here and hold me closely
love's free and it's worth the most of all
and it's portable
it gets hot in the bedroom don't cut the energy
this is really livin'
i guess you know what i mean
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3. |
seek and destroy
02:34
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i'll pinch my nose and i'll hold my breath
driftin' down the river in the valley of the shadow of death
i know it's messed up bu i guess it just works best for me
i'll cross my fingers and i'll cross my heart
hope to die and it's actually smart
'cause what i hope for falls through and i'm left with just what i need
chorus:
seek and destroy all pf my cares
from the surface to the air
i'v had it up to here with worrying
my sketchbook is full 'cause i keep drawing blanks
my pencil is borken and my pens out of ink
and to think at some point my thoughts had come so easy
so i'll clench my fists and i'll pound my chest
walkin' through the valley with a bulletproof vest
and what i hope for falls through and i'm left with just what i need
chorus
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