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Empty Pockets
03:16
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We can relate to empty pockets
And driving on fumes
But their lack of motivation kills me
While they rot in their rooms
Is it weird I can't be happy?
Even when life seems ok
When I've got everything you'd want
But still something to say
About my perfect little set up.
Good job, girlfriend, and a car.
But all I ever thought I needed
Were these friends and my guitar
We can relate to empty pockets
And driving on fumes
But their lack of motivation kills me
While they rot in their rooms
And I can scream untill my face turns blue, but what's the use?
There's a lot of deadbeat kids from highschool still stuck in TR
They're delivering pizzas in their mom and dad's cars
We can relate to empty pockets
And driving on fumes
But their lack of motivation kills me
While they rot in their rooms
And I can scream untill my face turns blue, but what's the use?
I'd trade it all in for minimum wage
If it meant a ticket out
Of this shitty place
I'd show this whole damn town I did it my way, with my best friends
I swear to god we'll be the last ones standing when this whole town falls apart. Cause we've got so much left to prove. And we've got nothing left to lose.
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Don't Know Me
03:05
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Can't anyone see what's happened here? Or are they too comfortable to care? How everyone has lost their minds. And I don't think they'll make it out alive.
They're stuck between a town they don't need, and everyone that's bringing them down
I'm twenty three and I still don't know me.
How can you go wrong with honesty? Tell me honestly? I'm letting go of all I've known. Ill leave it all behind me.
These words they hit home.
Harder than you know
They're stuck between a town they don't need, and everyone that's bringing them down
I'm twenty three and I still don't know me.
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Birthday
03:40
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Another birthday past me
But this one was something different
Not because of the number
But how it made me feel
To realize I'm getting older
And its completely real
Whoa whoaa
You should know
The days they come, the days they go
Our lives will change
But I hope they won't
Cause I like it right where I am
I've contemplated giving up and growing up
But they just seem the same to me
I guess I just don't get it
I guess that there's no point to see
Whoa whoaa
You should know
The days they come, the days they go
Our lives will change
But I hope they won't
Cause I like it right where I am
So pick up everything and go
Whoaaaaoooh
Were only young once,
Savor every moment of it
We're young only once
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Jack N' Bill's
03:28
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This town is falling apart at the seams and I'm not sure which way is up, or in between
And ya know these kids, they don't mean shit to me.
Traffic signs they change,
And the times they rearrange
The sky gets dark
And its so bad that I can't tell which way that were falling apart
Don't say that everything you hoped for will be gone tomorrow
Cause I know, the best is yet to come
And if you think I'm wrong, you'll be sorry when I'm gone
This will be my farewell song
There's a place we used to go over that familiar bridge.
To forget about the things that filled up all our troubled heads
But if you take a look around at all of our old friends
Its sad to say, but I'm afraid that there maybe no hope for them
Don't say that everything you hoped for will be gone tomorrow
Cause I know, the best is yet to come
And if you think I'm wrong, you'll be sorry when I'm gone
This will be my farewell song
I hope they make it out alive...
I hope they make it out alive...
I hope they make it out alive...
I hope they make it out alive...
Don't say that everything you hoped for will be gone tomorrow
Cause I know, the best is yet to come
And if you think I'm wrong, you'll be sorry when I'm gone
This will be my farewell song
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Rooftops
04:45
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I've sat on philidelphia rooftops with my brother and his friends while they talked about their dreams of grandeur
Its not my favorite city but at least he's the hell out of here.
That's more than I can say for some
That's more than I can say...
But wait come quick. I think I'm losing it now. There's so much to talk about. So wait come quick.
When winter comes we pass the time with guitars and a couple of pabsts. Waiting for summer to come, only to wish that it would pass.
Its not my favorite city but at least he got the hell out of here.
That's more than I can say for some
That's more than I can say...
But wait come quick. I think I'm losing it now. There's so much to talk about. So wait come quick.
So let's talk about it
Everything you wanted to hear
We've got a lot to say
This time around
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Shooter McGavin Toms River, New Jersey
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