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Prison Break (1728)
04:15
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I am supposed to be strong
Stand tall in the face of a world gone wrong
There’s no man alive who could battle these tides
And if there is then I’m not him
This is such a crazy world
There’s money and power and drugs and girls
But there’s still one thing I’ve yet to find
How to be happy and not be blind
If I could just make a prison escape
Get to the shore before the day’s break
I think I’ve already paid enough time
For all these crimes I didn’t make
And I’ll find some solace
In know I’ve been somewhat honest to myself
Since the day I got away
My mind has gone and my body has started to ache
I’m lost but the stars still guide my way
I think they call that fate
I’m still playing these songs of mine
But my new audience is just space and time
I’ve found new things to do, more fat to chew
It takes most of my time
Yes I’ve fallen in love and I’m playing my part
I don’t give a damn about Pirsig or Descartes
Those old books and those old movies
Don’t mean a thing to me
Just do the crossword, read the weather
Think to myself life has never been better
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Smoke & Mirrors
03:14
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We all play the victim, like the world has some evil plan
To beat us down, rub our faces in the ground and laugh, hahaha
We're all so pathetic, so hungry, so sick, so poor
Extending our hands out begging for more
But I've seen the other side
There's no pain, no games, no lies
You just have to admit
There's no point in life to whine and bitch
We all blame our governments, think they can all go to hell
But even hell has no place for them
We've got billboards over cheap whores
We've got smoke in our lungs
We've got an escape from everything and more!
Yet the only time I feel ashamed
Is when I have the clarity to say
It's an evil game they've made
And even I still sometimes play
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Back home again in Indiana,
And it seems that I can see
The gleaming candle light, still burning bright,
Through the Sycamores for me.
The new-mowed hay sends all its fragrance
From fields I used to roam.
I dream about the moonlight on the Wabash
Then I long for my Indiana home.
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Loaded Question
04:16
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They say good things don’t last forever, so why do the bad things never seem to have an end?
How’d they get so lucky, what kind of dark bet did they win?
And how come everyone I meet I feel I’ve met before?
All those same minds, they just come in different forms.
These are the thoughts I think to myself.
Will they ever stop? Are the voices ever quelled?
They argue, they overrun my mind.
Just reaching for the next line.
And I am any different, or just another that I’ve met before?
Now there’s a loaded question one that will surely lead to thousands more.
I’ve spent so much time just wondering why
And I watched every answer wash away in time.
These are the thoughts I think to myself.
Will they ever stop? Are the voices ever quelled?
But sometimes I hear a bird sing
And for a moment I won’t hear a thing.
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Katsumi Richards New Orleans, Louisiana
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