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Start Again
03:48
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Don't tell me it's too late to start again
With every breath I'm gonna push for it
And make no mistake, it's plastic and it's fake, yeah
You've got the gist by now it's time this shit should end
New day, new pile of shit, it's weighing on my brain
Pressure puts the whole damn system under strain
Motivation is falling, search out another calling, yeah
Or soon I'll be dropping down like summer's rain
Start it over again
Start it over again
Start it over again
Ain't got one thing to lose
I'm broke and I'm confused
Shut up! I'm throwing fits
And I'm way too old to be calling it quits!
I know that it's too late, I'm already there
I'd give you everything but I don't really care
Yet the wheels are turning, fire in my eyes, my brain is burning, yeah
I know that it's too late, we'll see just how we fare.
Ain't got one thing to lose
I'm drunk and I'm confused
My pride is crushed and split
But hey I'm too old! I'm too old!
I'm too old... to be calling it quits!
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Space People
04:01
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Driving through a desert road, we can see the stars
No people, no buildings, no noise and no fucking cars
Pray to the void, break our bonds,
Float out to the cosmos past Carl Sagan and beyond
I don't care just where we go
I just don't want to go alone
End days are catching up real fast
Put the hammer down, and ride it out to the last
Too close to home, we can't move slow
Don't look down or the gravity will pull
9 point 8, it's too late,
We're falling fast, but it's the standard rate
I don't care just where we go
I just don't want to go alone
End days are catching up real fast
Put the hammer down, and ride it out to the last
Back on the ground, long enough to pay the bills
Then right back to space where I can float around and chill
Passing all the suckers on the side of the road
But I'll never stop until I break down or my ship explodes
Boom! (aha!)
I don't care just where we go
I just don't want to go alone
End days are catching up real fast
Put the hammer down, and ride it out to the last
I don't care just where we go
I just don't want to go alone
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Falling
04:06
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Now that you're back here again
It feels like falling
And you've lost it,
You've lost your way
So then get out, find them, burn it, make them pay
And when you counted your worth
You were found wanting
So what do you do
To get your life on track?
You just freak, out scream
And make them give it back
Years wasted, searching for what
You thought you needed
You have so much
So much shit that you can't movie
You ain't got a god damn thing to
You ain't got a god damn thing to
You ain't got a god damn thing to prove
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Flannel Season Iowa City, Iowa
These rockers are children of autumn and the grunge era. Add some modern stoner rock and just a general, all-around band handsomeness, and Flannel Season has grown into one of the heavier and melodic rock bands of the Iowa City scene. Where there is a need for rock, heavy riffs, harmonies and beards, you will find these plaid-clad headbangers. ... more
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