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untitled
04:32
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my dog's a better anarchist than me
i always tell him what to do and make him get out of the street
i aint nothin but his yellow vested protest peace police
i wish that i could just let him roam free
and my cat's a better anarchist than me
he always breaks my shit and riots when he wants some more to eat
ive always envied how he never cared what i could think
i just hope one day i could be that free
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3. |
awake
02:23
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i am
still here, but i'm
so fucking tired, all i
really wanna do is lay down and expire
but i
drank three cups of coffee, now my
brain is wired, and i'm
thinkin' of how it seems like everyone's a liar
and i wish
someone
would set
this whole damn town
on fire
i think i'll
run away, to an
awful place
take some refuge in the things
that i hate
there's somethin' left to say, it feels like
everything's too late
there's water rising at the flood gates
and i'm wishing i was aimless as the day i pulled my roots
lately it's been hard enough to think of puttin' on my shoes
so i
walk barefoot
instead of doin' what i know i should, and i think
of what i could do
if i could just feel awake
if i could just feel alive
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4. |
cold and wet
02:36
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i'm runnin from my pain, i'm hiding from the rain
i'm runnin from this day, oh, from those burning yellow rays
i'm waitin for the night so i can go do what feels right
i ain't much good in a fight, but i'll walk til it gets light
i just wanna be alone but i cant stand it on my own
might think my body found a home, but my mind still always roams
oh, and how could i forgot, all those nights so cold and wet
i'll be damned if i could let this burden keep you from your rest
but some things i cannot change
and i just can't feel at rest
i'll never love you any less while this beating in my chest
keeps on poundin, poundin, poundin, til i reach my final rest
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5. |
hold on
02:32
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6. |
circles
02:11
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aint much i can do, but i'll promise you
i can fake it i can fake it can fake
till i, till i find something new
i hate to speak, 'cause i dont know what's true
i can make it, i cant make it, i can make it
i just dont know, just dont know what to do
it seems there's nothing i can say that could explain
or help you understand
or even help me understand
my own confusion and dismay
i'm sick of sounding the same
these words and chords have been sung better before
i might think i've grown, but still i run and run and run and run
in my circles
till the day is done
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7. |
outro
04:15
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doubt Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania
one-bitch-band plays outlaw jazz/anti-americana/anarcho-country/acoustic emo music for gay wilderness hermits and city-dwelling saboteurs.
doubt recommends:
Long Way Home
by The Bolt Weevils
just. good. i don't know what else to say.
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Learning How To Unlearn
by Dogtooth & Nail
songs that make you dance and cry at the same time
go to albumIf you like doubt, you may also like:
In the Key of Grey
by Matt Dorrien
Nilsson and Newman meet in Matt Dorrien’s deeply-felt piano-driven barroom ballads.
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Beautifully played and full of moving vocal performances, the Bay Area singer/songwriter's latest is a stellar work of art.
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Wry songs from this Washington artist that recall the homespun charm of early Mountain Goats.
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Forever Only Idaho
by Harrison Lemke
Big, strummy songs that recall the heart-on-sleeve earnestness and lo-fi glory of early Mountain Goats.
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