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A few people have goosebumps
And you have some too
What really matters now
Is it bad or good
I want to try them
All the things I can
Please,

an Artist Dies in me
Oh what an Artist Dies in me

A composer of many songs
and the greatest actor too
In my time I did nothing wrong
Those accusations were

of hard times been on my mind
Like deadlines, deadlines, deadlines,  so many deadlines
Looking at screens, I'm a zombie with red eyes
Running on fumes

this debris
We had each other once many moons ago
But the road is blocked by rocks and fallen snow

We have our liberty but we are not free
We’re chained

I've stayed too long but I think it's okay
By the way she whispered and caught my gaze
It's the tears on my jeans and the red in her face

Too many drinks in the air, oh I can't feel my face

Rock Shandy

She's my rock shandy
My sweet candy, ooh hoo
She's my rock shandy
My sweet candy, ooh

surviving
im blooming, so are my buds

[chorus]
((never)) too many peas in the p-p-p-p-pod
((if one)) of us is eating its a feast for the squad
((leggo))

to let go, let go
Find that gold you hid

No word in sight to break the silence
Too many night's have passed and gone by speechless
I wish I'd listened

the silence

Won't you try to run away
Won't you come with me
Won't you scream and shout
Won't you let me out

I am known by many names
Some preach to me -

Betrayers, you've walked this world too many times
Walking among the innocent
Betrayers, the shadows within
Underneath your skin
They say the earth

stick the beers in there
You want your food burnt or cremated those are the only options here
Once we've all had one too many
We can set the world tae

Feeling dead, yet still alive,
It makes my guarding angel cry
I have lost my sight
I can't find my inner eye.

Not by my side
Enjoy the ride

Feeling

A plan, gathering as one at the shore
Looking out too

to cleanin mopin up the rest
Way too many demons walkin in the flesh
Do em all like Peter
Devil get behind me
You are not designer
Never gon be fresh
Pick em

days are all too few
So many things I have to share with you
Thoughts and moments we will explore
Passing days keep teaching us more
Passing days become

took away
Too many times we tried
To play this foolish game
You want another sip
I'd rather dehydrate
The cup runneth over
Rancid duplicity
The kettle

Enticing tea brings you in from the cold
Thoughts swirling round with the steam
A few too many times now you have been told
No one knows quite what

Too many angels are walking down the Block with me and mine 
Portrayed as animal in a zoo 
Everything is by design
And they walk around like

of morality
no slaves to mass production


i'm feeling homesick
for people with a spark
who lighten up the dark
for those with own ideals
and not too many fears

down
To kiss the ring
Refuse to think
Now the ghosts of the past are haunting me

I refuse to believe
What's happening before my eyes
Too many voices

Happy endings same old story
All the fairytales just clouded up your mind
You can't take it the thought of dating
Had your heart broken just one too

the hateful
Grindin' for that vision, I can feel it, though it's painful
Baby say she love me, I've heard one too many fables
Her daddy call her up, but I

desicions go by

She likes to sit in the park getting nothing but drunk
Six likes of speed and a cigarette too
There are nazis and punks and everyone else

There's too many much of me
Drafting an army
With shadow puppet tactics and
Speaks to see the spells
Crisply dividing but all
I say is oh well

Oh