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are panning out differently again
Things are panning out differently to them
Wish she can wake up feeling whole again
Wish she can think that this is

panning out right, yeah
Pick your side
Pick the night or the light, aye
Hey, we in a dark age
In a dark age
I'm seeing dark things
Seeing dark things

I'm a gonna pay for my land
Panning at Sutter's Mill now I'm a rich man
Panning at Sutter's Mill
Panning at Sutter's Mill now I'm a rich man
Panning

devastation disease death desiccation
We're going up in flames to this tune
Nothing really works out in the end
Never panning out as you intend
The only thing

home
Wastin time on follies and pissin in the wind

All through the years, panning for fool´s gold
makin mistakes, but never learning that
Life could be

Once in Life time
One of kind of Life
Two at a time
Don’t need a time out
I got plans and it’s panning out
I signed up I’m not signing out
I came

Prada did it
Well, I told her
I think you should up your standards
Chain swing left to right like it's panning
Baby, I think i just got my bands up

was really hoping to be past you now
Can't say that I'm mad the way it's panning out
But I was really hoping to be past you
Past you
Moving on 10 all

Because I'm Peter panning
Peter panning, Peter panning
So please it's nice to meet ya
Go ahead and shake my hand
See my dick go reaching I mean
I mean, yea,

a candle 
I guess when I went gold panning I got the best pan tho 
Play the banjo and un pack the tobacco 
Fill it up with tumble weed on the down low 
Like

of living this whole damn lie
I know we tried so tell me why this shit ain't panning out?
You looked me in the face and told me all these fucking lies
And now

Cold as the Clay

Greg Graffin

Cold as the Clay

2006

Wasting away blood, sweat, and grime
Panning for gold, picking for dimes, lying in wait for better times

The tools of the trade lie shopworn and old

a choice
Ambition's waiting by the door
Finally returning from the war
But she's been gone so long
We can't recall her voice
It's a gold rush fever
Panning

Jim, I Wore a Tie Today

The Highwaymen

Highwayman Collection

2000

through sun and the rain
Panning for gold on the cuff 
We've did everything in the book I guess 
And a lot that they never thought up

Oh Jim, Jim, so

Like I'm panning on a corner or shopping a corner store 
I could make the crowd mentality protests are a reality
I promise in the future bank accounts

crack under the stress
The story’s been told
The characters old
Marcia’s in the back room panning for gold
The prospect’s looking grim
The edges are rough

a dead end
Why don't you just let it
Go

And in my mind I see it panning out
And it could all be over
But the pain that you hold in
Is just gonna break you

Dawn is panning painted slowly
Across skies above and ground below
Shadows slip into darkest hidden cracks
You may lay dormant until
Sun goes by
Lurk

toiling in the pits, panning flecks of gold
Coming up short, arms tired, hands are sore
In the end at least I can say I'm a good sport
Just don't come back

Fairest maiden of them all she leaves my soul entranced
Devil dancing with the pilgrims but even satan can't advance
Pressure panning from dances

I've been missing
But maybe this whole time I've been fishing
For the feelings that are locked up in my soul
Where do I go
I'm panning for a different

in their places
My people and their faces
Expand the vantage
Keep panning until it's panoramic

I'm instituting this liminal rhythm
Unchoosing

penny

Penny by penny
Penny by penny

I let you hear my lines for free
Even though they're worth a read
I'm panning for thoughts in my stream

panning out feels just like a movie
Cause people drive me crazy throw me for a doozy
What can I do now?
Not much to say now
So lay your reasons and just