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Go
03:47
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Hey kid, it's something they said
You try to keep cool but you break down instead
Maybe it's all in your head
You could have made good but you gave up when you first bled
Oh no
Don't you let it show
Get up and go
Hey kid, it's all in your head
You float around town with your heart black, eyes red
You say, "We're better off dead,
Better off gone" just lying there in your bed
Oh no
Don't you let it show
Get up and go
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Little Ghost
03:56
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There’s a little ghost
Dancing in my bedroom
She’s got some flowers
And it doesn’t matter if they’re in bloom
She likes them anyway
I lean in to hear her secrets
And I'm painted red
She thinks it’s funny
But I’ve got to listen to what she said
She’s got some things to say
I know she only wants to play
I hope she never goes away
When the night comes on
She’s still burning bright
The darkness weeping in defeat
‘Cause it can’t put out her light
She’s luminescent now
Oh this little ghost
Hanging out on my bed
We'll take some flowers
Whether they’re alive or they’re dead
And make a little crown to put on her head
She’ll make the day
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Before This Jig Is Up
04:05
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The world was filled with so much promise
And we’d escape; nothing would stop us
I thought we’d make it
I thought we’d make it out of this place
We burned the days and stayed up all night
When we were young and used to live life
Like we would never
Like we would never die
Though we tried
Oh man, how we tried
Is this real or fake?
Now I can’t tell if I’m asleep or awake
I think it’s time to make just one more mistake
Before this jig is up
So this is what they call ‘the good life’
Chasing our ghosts under the bluest skies
It’s getting clearer
It’s getting clearer now
It’s oh so bright
Oh please turn off the light
I’m starting to break
And I don’t know how much more I can take
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Mess We Made
03:49
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See it in the papers and you hear it when the radio drones
Taste it on your bitter tongue and feel it in the ache of your bones
And everybody knows it, but no one really gets it at all
Build our towers up into the sky to watch them crumble and fall
This mess we’ve made; it’s bringing me down
This mess we’ve made; it’s bringing me down
Holy men and harlots on the corners with the beggars and fiends
Politicians selling us a smile to build their killing machines
Now everybody’s talking, but no one really knows what to do
And while we’re lost in complications love would speak so simple and true
This mess we’ve made; it’s bringing me down
This mess we’ve made; it’s bringing me down
This debt’s been paid; there’s blood on the ground
This mess we’ve made; it’s bringing me down
Once more we’ll throw it in the fire
And watch it all go up in flames
By now we should’ve gotten tired
But here we go again with the games
This mess we’ve made; it’s bringing me down
This mess we’ve made is hanging around
This debt’s been paid; there’s blood on the ground
This mess we’ve made; it’s bringing me down
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The Secret Weapons Detroit, Michigan
Indie-alternative garage rock from metro Detroit
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