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Into The Wild
02:51
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The Days go by, they take a winding road like clock-work.
They travel seamlessly, as if they've yet to wander
the months and years of what led us here,
the maps are still unfolding.
The Days that were mine,
of my own design,
are memories I'm holding.
I'll break free,
I'll break free and run 'til I run out of miles,
I'll break free,
I'll break free and run straight into the wild.
The passers-by, they flash me warning signs well after
I've come to realize that this is a disaster.
The sum of all fears,
despite what you hear,
should never be unknowing,
despite what they say,
I'll take back the days
I know have kept me growing.
I'll break free,
I'll break free and run 'til I run out of miles,
I'll break free,
I'll break free and run straight into the wild.
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2. |
Under Command
02:41
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Show me all the things that shine alone,
All the things that glisten,
But haven’t yet turned into gold.
Show me all the things that drown in dark
So I can light the river,
But I need to know won’t someone
Tell me who
I am,
Won’t somebody tell me so I can
Be a better someone than
I already am,
‘Cause I don’t seem to under, understand,
So I wait for your command.
Find me another set of eyes to see,
Another heart follow,
A better kind of guiding drum beat.
Find me another string of words that
Can fill my head so hollow,
Please, won’t somebody help me
I don’t know who I am
I can’t decide, no matter how hard I try
I can’t decide, no matter how hard I try
Won’t someone tell me who I am
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3. |
Eileen
03:12
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This Body
03:59
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These hands, they’re trying to change me,
trying to sculpt, trying to rearrange me.
These eyes they watch me blindly,
watch me run in circles,
feel so wild and green.
so peacefully obscene.
My fingertips sinking in, feeling skin,
loving everything about
this body.
We’re giving in to a wild tailspin,
with our hands against the wall,
wanting this body.
Those lips so paralyzing,
taste my flesh like your tongue is starving.
Those arms they hold me tightly,
squeeze out all my problems,
squeeze them right outta me.
Tear apart my sanity.
I’m done with the rest,
your life fills the chest of
this body.
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The Shrugs Vancouver, British Columbia
Acoustic, electric, or unplugged on the street – however they’re heard, The Shrugs have a sound that will leave ears ringing
and skin tingling. The alternative folk trio has a love for reinventing their sound, which has influenced the conception of several different EP’s and styles of live performance.
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