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Hard Times
05:48
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Walk into my little home, You know it's not the same
The whole world is falling down, The rich are the ones to blame
Hard times, I'm hopin for something good
Hard times, Can I get just what I need?
Hold down the common man, til he can't stand the pain
A little bit of what I need, so I don't go insane
Hard times, I'm hopin for something good
Hard times, Can I get just what I need?
Hard time living, hard time dying...Hard times.
Crack the top off another drink, Light another smoke
Try to ease this heavy load, feelin tired of the same shit
Hard Times, I'm hoping for something good
Hard times, can I get at least what I need?
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Whatcha' Doin To Me?
05:29
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When the mood hits everything is alright
But I can't tell you baby if it's hitting me tonight
I've tried and tried just to figure it out
But I've opened every door, and I see no way out...
What you're doing baby is a cryin shame
You're sayin words girl; but they don't mean a damn thing.
I've tried to fight it, this feeling inside
But it's been weighing me down so I can't even fly..
What are you doin baby, when you come home at night
Acting like you hate me baby, Don't want to treat me right
What are you doin baby, when you tell me it's true
You don't love me baby, And I ain't no fool...for you
I'm leavin' you baby, commit some crime
Send the hound dogs running, I won't pay them no mind
I'm already tired from living this way
I may have been a fool once, but I can't stay.
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Slow Burn
08:26
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Slow slow burn, this love
So sweet and warm for the longest time
But the embers burn to the very core
Nothing left now, ashes of yesterday
Gone, gone like the summer rain
Must have forgotten that nothing Gold ever stays
Blinded by the beauty of the Golden rays
Alone in the darkness that fell when you walked away
Slow slow burn
(Like salt on an open wound)
Slow slow burn
(and I hoped it wouldn't get this far)
Slow slow burn
(Can't see the forest for the fire)
Slow slow burn this love...this love...this love...
Fade fade away, second turn to days
Each breath you take, regret for the words you didn't say
But time marches on to heal your broken heart
Can't feel it now, but you will rise above.....
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