1. |
God No (Instrumental)
01:52
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2. |
Bus Stop
02:59
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as we set our sails to the winds of tomorrow
will we die or fly into eternity?
but I don't know all of the answers to these questions
but will that stop me?
from setting sail
from going deep
into the back of my mind
oh to where all the sheep
go when I fall asleep
right after the part where I weep
and to our deaths
I don't think we'll see
it coming like the back of the train
or the back of the bus
that never comes to pick me up
I'm cold and alone in the rain still sitting here
and waiting for you
still waiting for you
and the bus never comes to pick me up
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3. |
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sometimes I shed my skin and I stare into the eye of the sun
and I feel nothing and everything at once well I said
i, i said to you
well my friend I just don't know if i'll make it though
but you turned, you turned to me
and with the most wicked smile i've ever seen you just said
wait and see, lets wait and see
and I, I'd like to believe
that our shallow little pointless lives
well I hope they server some meaning
and you, you'd like to believe
that after this mess is through that we all would get something better
oh something better
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4. |
A Fool
01:56
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take the pain down to the lung and I'm feelin it
and I'm breaking all my chains tonight an I'm feelin it
feeling everything in my body break down and wash away
and with me tonight please sing along
i'm breaking it, a promise I made to you so long ago
does it mean anything anymore?
am I just a fool trying to be something that I'm not?
but who knows anyway, anyway
and I don't think that I could be anything more than what I am here today without you here to guide me in the night
but you're not here anymore
and I feel so gone
I don't know, i just don't know anything anymore
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5. |
Bus Stop (Electric)
02:50
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as we set our sails to the winds of tomorrow
will we die or fly into eternity?
but I don't know all of the answers to these questions
but will that stop me?
from setting sail
from going deep
into the back of my mind
oh to where all the sheep
go when I fall asleep
right after the part where I weep
and to our deaths
I don't think we'll see
it coming like the back of the train
or the back of the bus
that never comes to pick me up
I'm cold and alone in the rain still sitting here
and waiting for you
still waiting for you
and the bus never comes to pick me up
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Bus Stop Knife Charlotte, North Carolina
A band about a scribble of a knife on a bus stop sign on haywood road in west asheville.
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