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Broken Side Mirror
01:16
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Call it lost years
Call it perspective
Mistakes repeated
Feeling dejected
I’m on it this time
I’m honest no lie
This time I’m going to play the role
Jumping in front of everything you’ll ever throw
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2. |
Ebola in Town
02:03
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I see you I don’t look back
When you said that how’d you think I’d react
Your gaze returned with scorn
Mistrust for the other reborn
Last page to write this all down
It looks pretty grim
I know you can turn this around
Last page to write this all down
Where to begin
I know I can turn this around
Knock you off of your musical high horse
Playing the exact same chords
It’s time for you to retire
Your warnings and your screams are so dire
Last page to write this all down
It looks pretty grim
I know we can turn this around
Last page to write this all down
Where to begin
I know we can turn this around
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3. |
And I Follow
02:10
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I plead to be yours
As you found me you surround me
You’re my detour
I turned left when I saw you
Chasing down what I know true
And I Follow You
Paint a circle of just me and you
You undersold
How you would affect me
It would test me
To be so bold
Travel far just to get here
Looking forward with no fear
And I Follow You
Paint a circle of just me and you
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4. |
Break the 8 Track
02:17
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Waiting for a life to come undone
Knowing that you’re going nowhere
Sitting for your time to simply come
Even though it’s more than you fear
I won’t stop or settle down
You don’t want me away or around
I won’t play your lost or found
You’re a product of this town
Waiting for a life to come undone
Knowing that you’re going nowhere
Sitting for your time to simply come
Even though it’s more than you fear
Now this life is such a chore
And you hate me to your core
I understand you so much more
Yet it’s still your daily war
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Moral Minority
02:40
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A dab of you makes me warm
Exhaling the life when things were ignored
No better time to settle the past
The script for tomorrow is written to last
Its paper thin the reasons
I live without a beacon
I’m leaving here alone
I’m leaving on my own
From the shadows that you gladly call your home
Regrets always cross my mind
Apologies are harder to find
No more days playing the ponce
Your anger displays a triggered response
Its paper thin the reasons
I live without a beacon
I’m leaving here alone
I’m leaving on my own
From the shadows that you gladly call your home
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Generals of Monrovia Vancouver, British Columbia
After being granted immunity, by all 53 Governments of the Common Wealth, the last 3 surviving Generals of Monrovia have
dedicated their new found freedom to recording and performing Punk Rock.
"The fool speaks, the wise man listens" - African Proverb
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