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Car Ride to Nowhereville
03:31
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Car ride to Nowhereville
endless nights
got time to kill
the car ride to Nowhereville
It clears my head
its time to chill
I think Im goin crazy
Its been hard lately
Ithink the world hates me
Its proven on the daily
sometimes I wish I wasnt myself
goin in circles I dont need any help
Im stuck on the floor my thoughts are racin
heads at war and my back is achin
caught in a trance tryna hold it together
the perfect romance try to forget her
everything happens for a reason
tryna stop my heart from bleedin
I Got some problems and im tryin to solve em but my thoughts get in the way of everything every day im just movin forward and hoping for the best this depression im trying to suppress it
starting to feel the dullness take me
I feel it in my lungs everytime I breathe
searching my soul but I just keep runnin
Im goin on tour and Im never stopping
Give em the riffage we're goin crazy
quarter way through and everythings hazy
I'll push myself until my bodys droppin
back of my head you're always hauntin
I got some problems and im tryin to solve em but my thoughts get in the way of everythin every day im just movin forward and hoping for the best this depression im trying to suppress it
The car ride to Nowhereville
endless nights
got time to kill
The car ride to Nowhereville
it clears my head
its time to chill
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Dont care about the money just wanna go
Turn up this busted up stereo
Im tryin to see the sun rise on the west coast far away from home
Australia sounds like a killer plan
tourin making music with my friends
tired of staring at the same walls these pictures dont mean anything
I just wanna know how far we can go
Pop Punk Monks we'll call ourselves
Gypsies of the open road
I dont wanna get caught up in this trap they set up for me one day I'll tell my story theres no way I'll live it boring
waves crash I'm seein serpents my thoughts are in recordings
It feels like Im livin in an episode
dont know what direction im gonna go
I just wanna play some shows Im livin out my only dream
yea I'm killin it and everybody knows my name
Im feelin it theres nothin thats quite the same as hearin your words ring out in the echo of the peoples screams
I just wanna know how far we can go Pop Punk Monks we'll call ourselves Gypsies of the open road
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Talk to Me
06:03
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You cant deny whats happening
You got some eyes for me
As my heart starts to bleed
what a tragedy
But im not lookin for sympathy
my Darlin Queen
I just gotta sing when the days
Get too rough for me
Strummin my guitar is therapy
and smokin some weed yea
why wont you try to talk to me
my Darlin Queen
I saw you over there
Accidental stare
Your face gave away everything
what a tragedy
But im not lookin for sympathy
my Darlin Queen
I just gotta sing when the days
Get too rough for me
Strummin my guitar is therapy
and smokin some weed yea
why wont you try to talk to me
my Darlin Queen
I start to walk over to you
My friends they dont know what to do
I asked if you smoked weed baby
And if so then I've got plenty
Yea im not lookin for sympathy
my Darlin Queen
I just gotta sing when the days
Get too rough for me
Strummin my guitar is therapy
and smokin some weed yea
why wont you try to talk to me
my Darlin Queen
I sware that I'm not so scary
and that it wont be so bad talkin to me
I sware that Im not so scary
and that you'll have fun talkin to me
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Marihuana
03:43
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Smokin the brains from my head baby
I've been doin it a lot more lately
Just makes me feel like
a Normal guy I guess
We could all stand to worry a little less
When im stoned I feel lighter on my feet and like
Im better at singing dont mind the cold
and my jokes are way more funny truth be told
I smoked a J before I wrote this
but we're halfway through and I really want another
I dont know what everybodys problem is maybe it just stinks too much I swear its medicine for the broken hearted and some use it to fight depression
Better than than a shot or pills that could leave us dead
Just a fact Im pointin out we could all benefit a bunch of smokers gettin stoned instead of addicted
When Im stoned I dont lose it when I stub my toes
I just cry a little and pack a bowl
prolly eat a sandwich and some pizza rolls
then write a song about a UFO
I dont know what everybodys problem is maybe it just stinks too much I swear its medicine for the broken hearted and some use it to fight depression
Better than than a shot or pills that could leave us dead
Just a fact Im pointin out we could all benefit a bunch of smokers gettin stoned instead of addicted
Yea you know that Im right
We're all denying whats in plain sight
Maybe Im high but at least I
Wrote a song that Rhymes
and had a good time yea a real good time
singin about my favorite plant
but now its time for me to take a tolk my friend
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