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Heres A Story
03:44
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Here's the story about a guy i know
Has no future, has no home
He Lives alone out in a van
Works no living he says, fuck the man
Had no problems of his own
Never did since he left home
Then one day she came along
Ripped a heart out, coughed a lung
Do my laundry, drink my wine
Open your mouth half the time
I don't want you to complain
for that matter, so he'd say
Thats no living little girl
You know you don't own my world
Im fine with nothing, on my own
Im fine with nothing so just leave me alone
That will be the day
And I know its killing me
I don't need your sympathy
But I know its killing me
Still he's living with no one
Has no future, has no home
Knows hess dying, in his mind
Knows he's dying and he starts to cry
Then he calls her late one night
Try to talk but starts a fight
She don't want you anymore
So fuck the future
That will be the day
And I know its killing me
I don't need your sympathy
But I know its killing me
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She wants to go and start a new life of her own
She wants to go her mind is made up
And i didn't listen now I'm sitting all alone
Well inside I'm dying and outside , you know I'm crying
Baby where are you going
Baby, tell me where are you going
And I found a photograph left lying on the floor
While I was looking for a letter
And thos days you know I will long forever more
Well inside I'm dying and outside , you know I'm crying
Baby where are you going
Baby, tell me where are you going
Yeah you walked out the door
You know i fell to the floor
I just can't take this anymore
And again and again
Your calling all your friends
I just can't take this anymore
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3. |
Fun and Games
03:07
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Straight walk down the line
Hurry up don't waste my time
Cross my mind just once again
Come on babe I'll be your friend
Always ask what's on my mind
Come on girl don't waste my time
Going to fight all god damn day
But you know it doesn't have to be that way
Because it's all fun and games, and that's alright with me
No it don't mean anything, because its all fun and games
Let her spend my buck o five
Take the girl out for a ride
I know you said what's your is mine
And these chances just don't come all the time
What a day to be alive
Staring in those dark green eyes
I know you said we'll take it slow
But listen here I'v got to know
Because it's all fun and games, and that's alright with me
No it don't mean anything, because its all fun and games
And now you say, you've got to got
No you aint got no time for me no more
And I wont try to change you mind
Or anything that your feeling inside
Because it's all fun and games, and that's alright with me
No it don't mean anything, because its all fun and games
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4. |
Another Day
02:56
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Your getting tiered of everything
A couple pills and a cup of coffee
These people don't mean anything
Because they just came in a dream
When reality slips away then you can start another day
You fall in love with everything
You never seam to get what you need
And you don't really give a damn
Because you just get what you need
When reality slips away then you can start another day
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The Telephone
02:41
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When I wake up in the morning
And the sun is in my eyes
Im going to tie my shoes up on my feet
And head out the door
Your going to sit there with that look on your face
And your hands on your head
Your going to sit there with that look
You wish that I was dead
You don't have to be alone
You always got the telephone
You don't have to be alone now baby
You always got the telephone
So I'm coming home to you now
And I can't figure out why
Your always going through my drawers
Smoking all my weed
It doesn't always go this way though
Sometimes we lay in bed all day
Until that banging on the door
Becomes the damage in my head
I feel like packing up my things now baby
I feel like hitting the road
I feel like packing up my things, never coming home
Forget about this thing called love
You don't have to be alone
You always got the telephone
You don't have to be alone now baby
You always got the telephone
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6. |
Trip to the Ocean
03:50
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I got no emotion there's no time for that
A trip to the ocean in seconds flat
Hoping for something that doesn't exist
And my baby's leaving because she's so pissed
And Im just thinking about the time that I met you
And my legs are melting into the floor
And my baby's asking for more
And I can't help think about the nights that came before
The nights full of boozing, they don't last no more
And Im just thinking about the time that I met you
Laying on the bedroom floor
I couldn't pick myself up and show you the door
These times they come and they go
Laying on the bedroom floor
I couldn't pick myself up and show you the door
These times they come and they go
But if you want one thing you want more
And if there's nothing...
And you heard it before baby
Im sure you've heard it before
You were laying on the bedroom floor
You were working your way to the door
After begging, begging for more
Begging for more
And Im just thinking about the time that I met you
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Come September
01:57
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You get the door I'll grab my coat
We'll walk out in the weather
The sky is grey and I've got to say
You never looked better
But your going away
What's left to say
A memory
Come September
And what's left sitting on my mind
Is could I have found a better time
To get all caught up in the game
Every time I hear your name
You say your taking a train
And that train bring you to a plain
Then you'll be gone and far away
And I hope you remember me
Just hanging around
All over town
Going insane
Baby I am not the one to blame
Because you went away
Now every day
Isn't short from misery
So what's left?
But your going away
What's left to say
A memory
Come September
Because your hanging around
Almost every night
And what's left to lose
Once you catch that flight
But your going away
What's left to say
A memory
Come September
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8. |
My Word
03:10
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I've got a feeling Im getting older
I think I lost my job
My actions aren't getting bolder
I feel like a slob
And I guess that is the way
Yeah those things turned out for me
Last year I was just nineteen
I didn't care at all
You got my word
Yeah yeah you got my word
Ohh ohh you got my word
Yeah yeah you got my word
Drop out of school move to the city
Find a nice place right on the street
I never thought i was too pretty
I never thought at all
I'm going to find me a lady
I'm going to shut her down
And oh my god she'll be angry
She'll wear a frown
You got my word
Yeah yeah you got my word
Ohh ohh you got my word
Yeah yeah you got my word
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Freedom
01:52
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Hey i need to get a little bit of freedom
A little bit of freedom
Oh baby won't you give it to me
I said go ahead and throw me on the street
Because I can not get a decent night of sleep
And when you start asking for my personal address
That I do not need
Hey i need to get a little bit of freedom
A little bit of freedom
Oh baby won't you give it to me
I said go ahead and throw me on the street
Because I can not get a decent night of sleep
And when you start asking for my personal address
That I do not need
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10. |
Money for the Grave
05:50
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What the future brings
Not much for asking
What the people say
Stories of talking
Stories of drowning
Stories of saving
All your money for the day
For the day
You pass away
here comes the man
Takes you away
But oh well
You got that money
For the grave
What's left to save?
Now what's left to save?
Well I've seen the devil come and take you away
Yeah I've seen the devil come and take you away
You asked if you could take all your money to the grave
You got so much it'd be a shame to give away
And what he'd say
So much for asking
The rest of your days
You wont be laughing
Stories of pain
Stories of burning
But then stories of saving
All your money
For the day
You pass away
Here comes the man
Takes you away
But oh well
You got that money
For the grave
So what's left to save?
What's left to save?
Well I've seen the devil come and take you away
Yeah I've seen the devil come and take you away
You asked if you could take all your money to the grave
You got so much it'd be a shame to give away
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11. |
I See a Spider
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I see a spider
Crawling up your wall
His eyes are hungry
His body's small
And I think he's in love, I think he's in love
I think he might just be in love with you
Because this thing called lust you cannot trust
No its got to be true, its got to be love
Crawls up your window
From down your hall
He looks for some reason
Any reason at all
You couldn't give at reason at all
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Raised By Weeds Windsor, Ontario
Raised by Weeds is a Garage Rock band from Windsor Ontario Canada featuring members Paul Jacobs (Guitar/Vocs), Matt Menard (Bass), and Chris Garant (Drums)
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