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Desert Yard
03:16
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Far be it from me to tell you
Far be it for me to ask you why
It’s the symptom...It’s your answer...It’s our struggle
So tell me where’s the lie?
Just because you feel invisible
Doesn’t mean you’re lost
Doesn’t mean you’re immune
Just because you feel invisible
Doesn’t mean you’re lost
Doesn’t mean you’re immune
We’ve all got our struggles
You know we’ve all got our own weaknesses
Cheap rent gone like the good times
I’ve seen you before and I’ll see you again
Just because you feel invisible
Doesn’t mean you’re lost
Doesn’t mean you’re immune
Just because you feel invisible
Doesn’t mean you’re lost
Doesn’t mean you’re immune
Doesn’t mean we’re safe
Doesn't mean we're doomed
Doomed
Marking trains like marking time
Never counting cars
Never see the end
Marking trains like marking time
Never counting cars
Never see the end
Never see the end
Never see the end
‘Til the end of the line
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Take It On The Arches
02:18
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From the moment that my feet hit the ground
Striding through this mess…shit that's all around
I can feel it in the air...I can hear it on the street
Voices that beg the question...
Where do you go...where do you go…to find
A place you know… place you know…in kind
High and low…high and low...resigned
Where do you go...Where do you go…to find
What you need to survive in a cage of rust
When there's no key to turn and got no one to trust
As I walk this town all I see is idle ground
And all I care about can't be found so…
Where do you go...where do you go…to find
A place you know…place you know…in kind
High and low…high and low...resigned
Where do you go...where do you go…to find
Familiar faces like perfect strangers
All the same
All the same
Enemies and lonely lovers
All the same
All the same
Where do you go?
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You Can't Win
03:18
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I try to find that reason why we choose this broken path, just set to expire
Abject desire hand to mouth… wind-up trap it’s just an illusion
I see no way out
Cause I can’t win
But I’m alive
And so I’ll try
Try to make a world that I want to see
Take, takeout the world that’s trying to stop me
Cut these fences and I’m free to wonder
But in an age of lust, I’m all out of desire
The real promise is just arbitrary sometimes the walls seem higher
The light's too weak
Cause I can’t win
But I’m alive
And so I’ll try
Try to make a world that I want to see
Take, takeout the world that’s trying to kill me
Don’t confuse shame with remorse
I still believe in a change of course
Voices calling sounding our defeat
Enemies real and false I’ll still try to beat
It’s something I try to beat
It’s something that I still try to beat
Let’s try to make a world… a world you want to see
Let’s try to make a world… a world you want to see
Let’s try to make a world… a world you want to see
Let’s try to make a world… a world you want to see
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Caged View California
We're from the San Francisco Bay Area. Kinda hardcore, kinda punk, and kinda rock. We've all been in other bands that you've heard of and some others that you have not.
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