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Shannons of the Bay
03:38
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I drift along these swift and open tides
A dozen sad eyes set on the blue skies
I’m finding hope within this sea of rage
I’m finding peace among the stars, again...
A rusted anchor set onto the ground
Fear not those shadows that swim all around you
I’m finding hope within this sea of rage
I’m finding peace among the stars, again...
We lost our souls in the waves
No survivors left on that day
And now we sail without a purpose
Waiting for the ones to release us…
Release Us!
I’m finding hope within this sea of rage
I’m finding peace among the stars, again...
Again…
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The Gold Standard
04:10
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How dare you say that fortune favors all
Shedding tears for a stake in that thick roll
It’s time to tighten the belt for us to see
And show us you're really not that greedy
Turn around
And find yourself another clown
Face the crowd (FACE THE CROWD)
And shows some empathy
The time has come for us to celebrate
The end of the lies and all depravities
You wasted life right out of the front door
You stupid little greedy debtor
Turn around
And find yourself another clown
Face the crowd (FACE THE CROWD)
And shows some empathy
Greedy little boys
You greedy little boys
With all your stupid toys
You greedy little…
Turn around
And find yourself another clown
Face the crowd (FACE THE CROWD)
And shows some empathy
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Lightspeed
03:14
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I’ve found myself sitting alone in here
Pondering all the mysteries of fear
A black hole drawing out all the tears
Finding the patience to clear the air
I’m running at lightspeed
I’m not tripping over any dreams
Running at lightspeed, yeah!
These contemplations are decades old
Enigmas filled with a bitter cold
The congregation sits among the pews
But you can’t run away until light blooms
I’m running at lightspeed
I’m not tripping over any dreams
Running at lightspeed, yeah!
I’ve got a feeling that’s unreal
All the air is taken from me
I’m feeling so surreal, yeah!
That fear, chills me
It’s time to, RUN AWAY!
I’m running at lightspeed
I’m not tripping over any dreams
I’m running at lightspeed, yeah!
I’ve got a feeling that’s unreal
All the air is taken from me
I’m feeling so surreal, yeah!
I’m feeling so surreal
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2003
04:12
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Rise, fall
We gave our all in this world at large
In, out
Breathing in doubt in this time so low
Too much to think
Too much to drink
Excess is gold
At least that’s what they say
Life’s too short
Why not wait
Heavy is the hand that pours out our dreams
Fall, rise
You knew those eyes before their cold stare
Out, in
Reveled in sin until we felt numb
Too much to think
Too much to drink
Excess is gold
At least that’s what they say
Life’s too short
Why not wait
Heavy is the heart that holds all our dreams
This house of cards is falling down
Trampling your heart into the ground
Time to face all the years
Wipe away the tears and bring back strength
You wake up and look in the mirror
You look at a broken man
You don’t know what to say
You don’t know what to do
Bring back strength
You need to rebuild
You need to be better
You need to give yes, a try
You need to bring it back
You need to bring back hope
Bring back hope
Bring back hope
Bring back hope
Bring back hope
Bring it back…
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TRAWL Portland, Maine
From the murky depths of the Gulf of Maine comes TRAWL, a funk metal band with bite.
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