1. |
12,000 Miles
03:08
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We could never be more than 12,000 miles away
If I called before the sunrise maybe you’ll
Hear it fade watch the world spin
Beneath our feet we at two places at the same time
It’s not unlike angles to already know how to fly
We climbed over our shoulders to find the other
Side and to our amaze there were no shadows anymore
This time we’ll take our time to make
One last letter before we escape
We could never be more than 12,000 miles away
If I called before the sunrise maybe you’ll
Hear it fade watch the world spin
Beneath our feet we at two places at the same time
It’s not unlike angles to already know how to fly
We climbed over our shoulders to find the other
Side and to our amaze there were no shadows anymore
This time we’ll take our time to make
One last letter before we escape
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2. |
Canyon Road
03:19
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I heard there’s gold down canyon road
But if they ever knew they surely never told a soul
We’ll not stop marching till everyone lies awake
We’ve asked for answers but they’ve thrown us in a cage
And they know who we are as we’ve tried to explain
This has been a prison for our complaints
Did we forget that we still like it so
We might just make patience less silent
Gallops in the distance only bring them to the road
It seems to be prudent to be on the move yet
Now our fire’s been set and the clouds fall to the ground
Never again will I say no to the blistering winds
Did we forget that we still like it so we might
Just make patience less silent, so they know
We we are as we’ve tried to explain
This has been a prison for our complaints
And they know who we are as we’ve tried to explain
This has been a prison for our complaints
Did we forget that we still like it so
We might just make patience less silent
And they know who we are as we’ve tried to explain
This has been a prison for our complaints
Did we forget that we still like it so
We might just make patience less silent
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3. |
Pen & the Sword
03:31
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The Stairway the the heavens crumbled in disgust
Corrupted intention arose from the dust
Lay your bricks and build it like before
To catch the conscience of a king bring that feeling to his knees
Lord Mayor he holds a red shield that’s never put at ease
If that’ll be the case then so charging let it be
Lay your bricks and build it again
Sooner or later the walls will crumble in
Lord mayor he holds a red shield thats Never put at ease to catch the
Conscience of a king bring that Feeling to his knees
If we do what they say we’ll never afford
To catch the conscience of a king to slip on his own sword
Drift on over this way as soon as they open the gates
We’ll all break through to you
Is it true what they say about the pen and the sword
If that’ll be the case we’ll have to be ignored
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I know why I’ll see you again
Like the tide will rise about the serpent's hand
Lay your bricks and build it again
Sooner or later the walls will crumble in
Lord Barron he holds a red shield thats Never put at ease to catch the
Conscience of a king bring that Feeling to his knees
What great luck for rulers that men do not think
To catch the conscience of a king bring that feeling to his knees
To catch the conscience of a king to slip on his own sword
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4. |
Razor Wire
04:20
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With razor wire they’ll fly the false flags
They’ll sink their own ships just to build more steam
With razor wire they’ll fly the false flags
They’ll sink their own ships just to ease your mind
And if I should suggest they’ll claim ignorance
They’ll change the weather to train their calvary
They’ll load your camel and claim to set you free
They’ll burn the oceans just to see what lies beneath
There’s no stopping reason or time to ask why
It gives me this feeling I can’t describe
The soldiers fight but the quarter has no chrome
Their just paper airplanes thrown like stones
With razor wire they’ll fly the false flags
They’ll sink their own ships just to build more steam
With razor wire they’ll blame the unborn
They’ll load your camel and claim to set you free
With razor wire they’ll fly the false flags
They’ll sink their own ships just to ease your mind
They’ll load your camel and claim to set you free
They’ll burn the oceans just to see what lies beneath
IT gives me this feeling I can’t describe
The soldiers fight but the quarter has no chrome
Their just paper airplanes thrown like stones
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5. |
Whiskey
02:54
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I sell my whisky in
Little Canteens with
Twist off lids
I’m so glad you could swing
By the days are getting blue
There’s no need to put the lid on
If it’s your first time through
If someone comes a knockin if they
Try to make it clear if the
Blue Boys have us busted we have another set of stairs
I sell my whisky in
Little Canteens with
Twist off lids
When it comes to refillin
It only costs but a few
It’s so nice to have caught up
And I hope to see you soon
Be sure to speak easy when your
Outside with your friends we don’t need
Any overhearing of where the gate latch is
I sell my whisky in
Little Canteens with
Twist off lids
I think it’s time to put the lid on
It might be time to twist its tight
We have some unexpected guests
That like to carry big bright lights
If someone comes a knocking as they
Seem to have just now keep it calm
move it along let’s try to leave this place in style
I sell my whisky in
Little Canteens with
Twist off lids
I’m so glad you could swing
By the days are getting blue
There’s no need to put the lid on
If it’s your last time through
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6. |
Star Spangled Banner
04:16
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O say can you see, by the dawn's early light, What so
proudly we hailed at the twilight's last gleaming, Whose broad
stripes and bright stars through the perilous fight, O'er the
ramparts we watched, were so gallantly streaming?
And the rockets' red glare, the bombs bursting in air gave
Proof through the night that our flag was still there;
O say does that star-spangled banner yet wave
O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave?
On the shore dimly seen through the mists of the deep,
Where the foe's haughty host in dread silence reposes,
What is that which the breeze, o'er the
towering steep, As it fitfully blows, half
conceals, half discloses? Now it catches the gleam of the
morning's first beam, In full glory reflected now
shines in the stream:'Tis the star-spangled banner, O
long may it wave O'er the land of the free and the
home of the brave And
where is that band who so vauntingly swore That the
havoc of war and the battle's confusion,
A home and a country, should leave us no more?
Their blood has washed out their foul footsteps' pollution No
refuge could save the hireling and slave From the
terror of flight, or the gloom of the grave:
And the star-spangled banner in triumph doth wave,
O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave.
O thus be it ever, when freemen shall stand Between their
loved homes and the war's desolation. Blest with
vict'ry and peace, may the Heav'n rescued land Praise the
Power that hath made and preserved us a nation!
Then conquer we must, when our cause it is just, and
This be our Motto
And the Star Spangled banner in triumph may wave ‘or
The Land of the free and the home of the brave
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7. |
Virtue
02:34
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Now that I found My virtue I can rest at ease, Now that I found my virtue I can make sense of things
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8. |
For Better or Worse
03:01
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There are other explanations for what they say is unknown, the edge of the earth is closer than we all know
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9. |
The Watchtower
02:46
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there must be someway
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Just another reason for you to believe that there are things in this world which we can not choose. Wake up your mind you'll find we're flying, At some point well have nothing to loose
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