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The Gold
03:05
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Throw me a line but you’re pullin’ the rope
Another fine time lettin’ go
Pieces of mind in your comin’ home
And come to find you the misanthrope
You’re just a faker - taker
Backbone breaker
Fear her - nearer
See her - clearer
Takin’ my vice and you’re hittin’ the road
Your perch of privilege doesn’t make you whole
A piece you’re handed and the rest it unfolds
It must be easy to be given the gold
You’re just a faker - taker
Backbone breaker
Fear her - nearer
See her - clearer
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Push / Pull
03:35
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Is this our own roulette
Wheel it’s spinnin’ around
Must you always raise my bet
Could I wager more than a pound
Pick and choose we can’t lose
We can take on anyone
Grab your gun and make ‘em run
You’ve gone and lost all your senses son
Yeah, you know on what I’ve got my finger
And I’m itch, itch, itch, itch, itching to pull
My pulse is pushin’ on the trigger
And I shoot my bullets they know
You’ve been slurrin’ all your words
Since the second shot went off
If I had to guess your worth
I’d have to say it wasn’t worth too much
So you know I can’t go
I can’t take all your love
Take your time, make your mind
For you know you’re the one above
Yeah, you know on what I’ve got my finger
And I’m itch, itch, itch, itch, itching to pull
My pulse is pushin’ on the trigger
And I shoot my bullets they know
I’m getting ready to show
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3. |
My Sweet
04:29
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I’ve been thinking of the times that we had, and how we had our share
The cruel comforts of the way that you live, a little trial and error
Hit for hit, talkin’ shit, wipe the grit from your split lip
The scars left from the cut down to my bones, another mark I’d be left to own
It’s all you ever wanted and more
A cruel, cruel, city
It’s something that you hadn’t before
It’s too late, I’m too gone, and I won’t think about it
Shake what your Momma had to give ya
I’ve been takin’ my sweet goddamn time
And I can’t take anymore
It’s too late, I’m too gone, and I won’t think about it
‘Cause I can’t even the score
I’ve been thinking of your world and your brand new home, there by the sea
And if you had it all go your way, I’d be the veg and not your sweet
In due time you might find that you’re gonna have to make a way
To feel the comfort of a word that you couldn’t exchange
And if you hadn’t you’d of lost the game
It’s all you ever wanted and more
A cruel, cruel, city
It’s something that you hadn’t before
It’s too late, I’m too gone, and I won’t think about it
Shake what your Momma had to give ya
I’ve been takin’ my sweet goddamn time
And I can’t take anymore
It’s too late, I’m too gone, and I won’t think about it
‘Cause I can’t even the score
I’ve been thinking of your world and it left alone
But I couldn’t leave it be
It’s too late, I’m too gone, and I won’t think about it
And you not me, my sweet
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Rear View
04:46
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66 and I can hear the engine gunnin’ for more
All she’s got, steppin’ metal to the goddamn floor
She screams in glee, I can hear her roar
And if she had wings, well then my baby would soar
Flying high, it all by my side
My pride, my wife and my bride
And if I could buy a little more time
Then I’d recline and keep my baby in the lines
Catching a glimpse into my rear view
Two colors, two cars in hot pursuit
Hit the strip, feel the wheel slippin’ from my hands
Loosen my grip and she’s as good as unmanned
In a spin, I’m hanging by only a strand
I never said that this was ever really going to plan
Riding high, but you know that I tried
Abide, but never could I
No time, yet surely I’ll die
With just one, my wife by my side
Catching a glimpse into my rear view
Two colors, two cars in hot pursuit
I sealed my fate, I know it true
No other would I have chosen in lieu
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John St. Just Portland, Oregon
John St. Just is a musician & producer from Portland, OR
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