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I don't believe in fortune, fate, or luck
And it don't believe in me
It's just a cheap excuse to pass the buck
And dodge all responsibility
I'm just sitting around watching the dark storm clouds
Fill the sky
Waiting on the bottom to drop out
Even though everything's probably fine
Chorus:
It's not about what you thought
It's about what you know
It's not about what you've got
But how to let it go
I won't apologize
For choosing this life
For having a good time.
I will sleep in the arms of the girl I love
In a twin sized bed
And I'll watch the sunrise pierce through the dust
To kiss her head
Well i call next
There are possums in the walls
I think we all just need a break
So come on over grab a beer, I'll make some calls
CJ's getting a tattoo of your name
Betcha $20
It's not about what you thought
It's about what you know
It's not about what you've got
But how to let it go
I won't apologize
For choosing this life
For having a good time.
While it lasts
Because the good times are rolling fast
We are not our mistakes
Go ahead seize the day
Take a deep breath
Who Cares what comes next?
In this moment we are not stuck,
We just don't believe in luck.
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Ace In My Sleeve
04:02
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Trucker's Arm
03:36
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Quiet car and a four hour drive
Signs and states pass me by
Radio static fills the void
But my thoughts cut through the noise
Playing with fire and getting burnt
These are some of the lessons I'll never learn
I can't seem to keep my nose clean
I can't seem to think before I speak
I scrub and I scrub for hours on end
But my hands remain blood red
I deal in the currency of truth
But lately I've been writing IOUs
I can't seem to keep my nose clean
Please don't go, please don't leave
I can't seem to think before I speak
Please don't go, please don't leave,
Please don't leave,
Please don't leave.
I'm so sorry
Please don't go
Please don't leave
Please don't leave
Please don't leave
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Everyone want's to sing about the Bay
But let's talk about the Sound
Let's talk about the color, the people, the rain
The land of pine, and punk, and clouds
Been thinking 'bout skipping town all the time
The back seat of my car feels most like home
I will leave all of my problems far behind
It never works that way but I've just gotta go
Blame the winter madness
Call it cabin fever
Say it's seasonal sadness
But it goes so much deeper
And I'm losing sleep
Scared of what I'll miss
I can't see the unseen
I can't handle this
Gravity is not my friend
As the tears in my dreams will prove
When your ankles are this weak life's a constant downward trend
At this point I don't have much to lose
But I will chill at the bottom of this barrel
I'll be there when you hit the ground
And I'll stretch out my own hand, I'll pull you from the peril
You'll probably roll your eyes and turn me down
I'll stick around
Blame the winter madness
Call it cabin fever
Say it's seasonal sadness
But it goes so much deeper
And you're losing sleep
Scared of what you'll miss
You can't see the unseen
You can't handle this
Can't handle this
Let's take this elsewhere
Can't handle this
There must be somewhere
Blame the winter madness
Call it cabin fever
Say it's seasonal sadness
But it goes so much deeper
And we're losing sleep
Scared of what we'll miss
We can't see the unseen
We can't handle this
Can't handle this
Let's take this elsewhere
Can't handle this
There must be somewhere
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I'll Marry A Nurse
07:43
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