Too my first stab @ creating a
LYRICS: Choke Fights With Kites
Slide face first into sand boxes
This forecast, it calls for splendour
Alarm clock rains on my parade
Locked to this blue collar chain
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Curfews replaced with deadlines, colleagues stand in for my friends
Grounded to evolving seniority, Like a band-aid that came off to quick
Still bleeding, still bleeding
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Stop staring out the window, start climbing the fence
Stop warming up the bench, ohh ….stop staring out the window
Start climbing the fence, So reserved but, too much character for one cubicle
What are we waiting for? WHAT ARE WE WAITING FOR?
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Underdog from swing to swing,
Hide and seek. but whom are we searching for, {but whom are we searching for}
Underdog from swing to swing,
Hide and seek. but why do we hide from ourselves
Tag you’re it…but can you catch me
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Are you running for your life, or running from it
Wuh-oh-ae-oh-ohhh, Youth is a kite flying by
Woe-ay-oh-uh-oh, Carried by the tempest through the storm
Youth is a kite flying by, youth is not a fountain, youth is not a fountain,
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Carried by the tempest,
CARRIED BY THE TEMPEST
Carried through the storm
Get over yourself, get over yourself, you’re missing out
Break out of your shell and play
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Building blocks, the twist and the turns (The twists and the Turns)
We’re scraping our knees as we learn
We will all fall, we crawl, we roll,
We will all grow old, We will all grow old , we will all grow
The wear and the tear, the trick is the treat
Break out of your shell, break out of your seat, get over yourself
A wise mans heart stays young,
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Are you running for your life, or running from it
Wuh-oh-ae-oh-ohhh, Youth is a kite flying by
Woe-ay-oh-uh-oh, Carried by the tempest through the storm
Rolling in the mud, Relax and recreate
Youth is a kite flying by, youth is not a fountain, (Youth is a Kite}
Youth is a kite flying by, youth is not a fountain,
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Discourse, it’s not too late, discourse
It’s never too late, discourse
LYRICS: I’d Tell You To Get Lost, But You Already Are
Wipe off the cold sweat from your forehead
Shake off the cold dead glares of flickering eyes
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You’re such an easy target, you place yourself in harms way
And with frail arms raised, did you think that this would make you brave?
Just remember… we’re not bullet-proof, but we’d still take a bullet for you
And we won’t judge if you took cover from the monster we would all hate to become
We’re taking control of your demons, before your loved ones bite the bullet
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It’s all… It’s all gone to hell, The trenches tore you down
You’re torturing yourself, Ya you torture yourself with self-pity and doubt,
{with pity and doubt, You torture yourself}
You torture yourself, yeah..you torture yourself
well, I know your afraid,
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And this is what it means to be human
Walls built like a fortress, and when you let your guard down
You pull the pin just like a hand grenade
And all you know, is the sweet sound of sabotage
Just say the word, and I’ll end this quick
Point blank x3
I’ll help you find, peace of mind tonight
Ohhhh, but you have to let me in
You keep us all at an arms length
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It’s all… It’s all gone to hell, The trenches tore you down
The trenches tore you down, As you torture yourself with self-pity and doubt,
You torture yourself, I know your afraid, we’re afraid for you too
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Tremors in teeth, Vs. Jaws that hit the floor
I can tell by your battle cries that, you’re in shock , you’re in shock
{On the verge of giving up, giving up x2} and on the verge of giving uh-up,
Stay concious if you plan on making it through this nightmare, {making it through this nightmare}
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You’re such an easy target, You’re such an easy target, ugh
And it’s all gone straight to hell
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It’s all… It’s all gone to hell, The trenches tore you down
The trenches tore you down, As you torture yourself and no drifter can save your soul
No drifter can save your soul tonight,
You can play tug of war, but you can’t play it on your own
{and you can play tug of war woah-woah-oh}
But you’ve left such mess and destruction here
You’re never coming home, You’re never coming home
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All is quiet on…on the western front X5
You’re only searching , for the easy way out
Well I hope you find exactly what you’re groping for
A Soldier lives for danger, for the easy way out
Well I hope you find… find exactly what you’re groping for
