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Dream American
02:46
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As you're holding the covers so tight against your body you're dreaming of tomorrow.
Whispering soft silent words in the darkness of the room we slumbered.
When you wake up from your dreaming, I'll surely fall asleep.
And when I wake up from mine, I'll see you in the eye.
Night after night seek high roads to salvation, have we lost all direction?
Like castaways we drift under bridges and borderlines assumed missing in action.
When you wake up from your dreaming, I'll surely fall asleep.
When we cover up the seams, I was so lonesome, couldn't breathe.
I don't dream American, no I woke up, put my boots on, skipped the polls and medicines. The day was dim, I heard them sing above my head again. It was words I've never sang, but I know they'll sing again. They said wake up, oh, please just wake up.
When we wake up from our dreaming, we won't fall back asleep.
This is America you see, and red is all I see.
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Wild Dogs
02:31
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I'm searching stars to find my one with my feet on solid ground.
I am only a man, I stand six feet tall.
I deal in life and death, there's a noose around my neck.
I have turned to dust, six feet under.
As the preacher is standing above his people, damning the unholy as the church is burning. They've nailed him to a crucifix and they barked out all their sins like wild dogs.
Outside of their machines is fragile flesh and bone.
A song that strikes a nerve, a beating heart that burns.
If you find that gun to bleed out all your pain, I can't stick around, I'll see you under.
As the preacher is hung above his people, damning the unholy as the church is burning. They've found the knife to bleed their wrists, and they all screamed and howled like wild dogs.
As I am standing atop of the rubble, the ashes of a castle, it went as far as it could go. The clouds rolled out a familiar form, as they casted out the shadows of wild dogs.
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Whiskey Tooth
03:24
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I'm slurring all my words through a whiskey tooth, and I hope you understand when I say to you that I'm stuck with a shit smile, I'll only stay for a while. I always slur my words through a whiskey tooth.
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