1. |
Introduction
00:43
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2. |
The Race
02:49
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Violence in the streets
Bloody eyes, dirty sheets
Patience, play it smart
Try not to loose right at the start
Think straight, look ahead
Many wrong words will be said
Life is a funny thing
It's a race, but you can't win
The race is on
We're bound to fall
So take a chance
And show them all
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3. |
H.T.B.H.
02:03
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You're waiting for the right moment
It won't come unless you go first
Your head is making excuses
It will only get worse
You want it
Come get it
Take a stand for what you believe in
You want it
Come get it
Don't let yourself get pushed around
You sit at home watching TV
Thinking about what you should have said
Get up, it's now or never
Let them know what's inside your head
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4. |
Depressed
02:21
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I don't wanna leave my bed
I don't wanna go to school
I don't wanna see the sunlight
I don't wanna talk to you
Cause I'm depressed
I need some rest
I don't wanna take a walk
I don't wanna leave my room
I don't wanna see the stars
I don't wanna talk to you
Cause I'm depressed
I'm fucking stressed
I'm a prisoner inside my head
I'm a victim of society
I want more than what I need
How do I break free?
I'm a prisoner inside my head
I need to break free
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5. |
Smartphone
01:49
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6. |
Sellout
01:35
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I get played on radio
It all sounds the same
It doesn't matter anyway
As long as I get paid
Iâm a sellout
I have no opinion
Counitng all my plays
Trying all the newest trends
âCause I have no taste
Iâm a sellout
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7. |
Start A Band
03:01
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Go start a band
Itâs not so bad
It doesn't matter i
If youâre happy or youâre sad
Grab all you friends
Get in the van
Drive around the country
Go start a band
Go start a band
Itâs not so bad
It doesn't matter
If youâve got nothing to say
Grab all your friends
Get in the van
Just take a chance
Go start a band
Tired everyday
Living in the van
Waiting at the venue
Until itâs time to play
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