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Wrong, Sir. Wrong!
03:11
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In this town where I’ll live and die in
I’ve struggled to find the strength to confide in
No laws no rules no small black text,
Just the gnawing notion that “Kid, you’ve fucked up this”
In this town where the faces come and go like years
So much more lies beyond trees and power lines
A work in progress you pray to God will end
Is this your home? Or are you playing pretend?
You can hide behind the incisions, behind the ink and lead
Try to stop the minute hands, from ticking in your head
I’ve been having this reoccurring Midwestern kind of dream
Telling me right this way kid, we’ll make you clean.
Remember the way things used to be
Surrender, we’ll make you clean
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Good Shot Jenson
03:53
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What we once called our scene
Is now just a politically rally
They’re gathering in masses
And we’re watch their futures passing
You can only hope these things come with age
And everything will be alright
This sound is an outlet, not a dictator
This sound is what sets us free, not why ties us down
Those who stand for nothing, will fall for anything
But now it’s up to you, the choice is yours
Because who am I, well who are you?
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We'll Be Cut To Ribbons
04:14
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How much can a person take when it’s thrown at you all at once?
And all your good intentions get thrown back in your face
Stripped straight down to nothing, no outlet will suffice
This isn’t what you live for, this shit can take your life
It’s a wonder we survived, when December rolled in
A harsh and unforgiving winter that left us all alone
Wondering what the fuck. Why you why now why me why us
No answer could be found.
Nostalgia won’t help me now as you walk out that door
As you lie there, helplessly
And I don’t want to talk about any of this now
I just can’t find the words
Because no one ever told me the shit would hit the fan
As quickly and as surely as it did
I thought this was growing up. I thought we were still kids
Shows that I'm wrong. Shows that I know shit.
Wake me up when all this ends.
I can’t bear to lose a friend
A phone call you never want to hear
The day you never want to go home
The strength that made us one
The ship rode another storm
We’ll keep our eyes ahead.
And face whatever comes
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LANDO Boston
Punk rock from Billerica/Lowell, MA
Jay - Guitar/Vocals
Jared - Bass/Vocals
Jim - Guitar
Craig - Drums
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