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He heard it loud and clear the silence deafened him,
All the lights were on but no one else was in.
The candles flickered out, the door slammed in the wind
He didn't notice.
He was all alone in the kitchen with his note
It said "Dad, I'm leaving home and I'm not coming back for good, this is all you've got so run with it and take it to your grave."
It's been a bad few weeks,
I'm sick, I'm sick and tired
I'm feeling old and past my prime
But I know we've still got time
Darling where have you gone?
You've got me worried sick,
I've rang your friends and searched the woods,
I can't fucking deal with this,
I'm an old and dying man and you've got me on the ropes.
Now I'm helpless
I've searched your note for any clues, using codes and lemon juice.
I haven't slept for days, brushed my teeth or worn my shoes.
I'm starting to go mad, I'm hallucinating too.
Grandma is coming over just to see what she can do.
My son, she's not coming back,
I'm sorry, you've not come to terms with that.
My son, we buried her last year
I'm sorry, that you needed her back here.
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Cursed Luck
03:11
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I am an open book you'll never read,
I am a padlocked door and you'll never the key
I'm a burned out bridge, a dirt road and a broken picket fence
This cursed luck and bleeding gums,
I've got chapped lips and two broken thumbs
Death; he looks down on me and shakes his head.
He says "I'm not taking you just yet"
I am a challenge for the dark
I spit from my gut and never from my heart,
This is poisonous, this is venom, this is fucking misery.
Don't break me,
Don't drop me,
Don't crush me
Don't love me.
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You drink the bottle dry, you throw it hard, it barely misses him.
You blame the drink, the drugs, your wife, your job, your kids
But it's all your fault.
I'm sorry I missed your call, the truth is that I don't miss you at all.
I'll take the knife from my back and I'll show you all,
That I'm fucking off, I'm going home.
I know you drove me insane
I swear I can't take this pain
You said things will get better
I can't see it happening, this year...
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I woke up on the wrong side of 25, I needed help.
I passed out and felt the carpet on my cheek, I needed help
You showed up half cut in the afternoon, you needed help
We watched all our friends drink stolen booze, they needed help
We had all the best dysfunctional friends that needed help.
We would raise our cans into the air and drink to our health.
Shot down with noise complaints and gate crashers, that didn't help.
We lived as destructively as we could, we didn't need your help.
We had all the attention, God Damn it nearly killed us.
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Potions and Powders
03:14
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I know you have a cold tongue
And I have a glass frame
I broke my back carrying you
Now we're drowning in this flame
Self-destruction is what you do best
You've got it to a fine art
You can't remember your last meal
Since that time he broke your heart
Since that time I broke your heart
Your father said you'd be just fine
But did he realise you'd be drunk on wine
At ten in the morning with smoke on your breath
A pain in your head and a pain in your chest
He calls you.
But the phone rings dead and he fears the worst for you
He kicks down the door and he sees the pills and you
He picks you up as he tries to save you
Your father said you'd be just fine
But did he realise you'd be drunk on wine
At ten in the morning with smoke on your breath
A pain in your head and a pain in your chest
You're blinded by overhead lights
Nurses in white coats that have saved your life
You roll your shoulder to the right
You say, "Dad, I feel so alive!"
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6. |
Feels Like Home
02:53
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This city is pretty quiet, wild and unkept.
The unnerving lack of anything is playing with my head
These iridescent lights are blinding and too bright
But somehow on the inside we're all feeling very dull.
We're always on the run from rats that are no fun
Taking life too seriously is something I've never done
Concrete lines the streets, week rolls into week
We're all self medicating with drugs and too much drink
This feels just like home.
I am so at home.
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7. |
The Art Of Falling Short
03:11
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When you got the phone call your pretty face changes like the wind
You fist clenched tightly as you felt your heart begin to sink
Your eyes met mine and you said that you have got to go.
We jumped in your car and we drove, yeah we drove, we fucking drove
We picked your father up from the cell where he was kept
His bloody knuckles dragged through your hair as he wept
His whisky breath whispered loud and clear in your head
Your mother would never have come, I love you so much my darling girl.
I cannot hold myself responsible for the things that I have done
I've blamed the bottle for my mistakes me entire adult life
You are all that I have loved.
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We nearly pulled it off, all the fires we started in desperation
We nearly pulled it off, I never thought that I would fucking enjoy arson.
We nearly pulled it off, well I guess we lied about this to each other.
Why can't we hold it together?
We had to call it off, they were the best laid plans of mice and men
We had to call it off, guilty consciences and a glass of tall tales
We had to call it off, well I guess we fucking nearly killed each other
Why can't we hold it together?
You don't need this town.
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9. |
Six Years
03:23
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I'm sorry for the weather
I'm sorry that our friend died
I'm sorry that we couldn't cry
I'm sorry for your mother
I'm sorry she didn't say goodbye
I'm sorry that she left you
With a fear of love and her eyes
You make me nervous
and I can't deal with it
You make me nervous
when you've been drinking
I'm sorry I couldn't fix you
I'm sorry that you broke down
Brother I still miss you
Every god damn day
I'm proud to say that I knew you
It's with regret but it's on the tip on my tongue
I guess it's true what they say
Only the good die young
Only the good die young
It's taken six years for me to write this
and I mean every word I fucking promise
Pour a drink out and raise your glasses
To the best dude that ever graced this planet
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