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I am a bad investment
I am an accident waiting to happen
I am a dunce without a corner to go to
I am at the butt end of all your jokes
I was a target for your arrow
You tried to hit the apple
But you're a lousy shot
Took my eye out
Put me on a spit with the fruit in my mouth
Bet on me like they bet on the dogs
I was in the running
But no one picks the runt
these broken hinds didn’t take me far
A man in Alabama once said
The misery ends
Once I put a bullet in their head
We’ll Pack our bags and say goodbye
Florida for the winter
What should we wear do die?
But you don’t want to know what they do with the one’s that don’t win do you?
They watched every move I made from the pavilion
brimmed hats dresses from yesteryear
The greyhound bus that never came went up in flames
Passengers trapped inside
Ode to Dan, ode to Dan!
The doors is seized
The windows locked
They kicked and scream
Trying to breathe
Can't break free
Oh Towyaun, Oh towyaun
The greyhound bus that never came
Can’t help but see the irony
My thoughts wander off like the wheels from their struts
But you don’t want to know what they do with the one’s that don’t win, do you?
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Rut
03:05
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Worrying
About what
I’ll say, and how it
Will be received
As if I need another critic
I’m in such a rut with you (3x)
And I don’t know how to get out of it
Hold on
We might just make it through
Hold on
I just don’t know if it’s worth it
I wish I Did
Oh, I wish I did
But I just don’t know
I’m a bottled ship
But not a model by any sense of the word
I know you don’t have much time
But neither do I
Some display
Collecting dust
You’re proud of me
How do you substantiate it?
The second that
The vessel becomes
A wreckage, you’re coming down with me
(chorus)
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Call Me Old Fashioned
03:26
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I watched you try to make something out of nothing
I cant help but admire all your hard work
if the juice aint worth the squeeze
pour the rest in your drink
I Finally found
what everyone else
either gave up on or
never bothered searching for
he’s so impractical
I guess that I've always been
they were right
if love is blind
I need new eyes
I cant seem to find one thing wrong with you
I'll keep trying anyway
ive already said too much
im such a mess over you
and the whiskey neat
isn’t helping me
seem any more collected
I’m all out of sorts for what?
I’m all bent out shape
Just another boy
trapped in his father’s skin
I cant seem to get it straight
Light the orange peel on fire
Put the matchstick out on my tounge
Maybe then
Just maybe then
I’ll shut up
This was not planned on
It wasn't supposed to go this way
I'm guilty as charged
Throw the book at me
I Finally cracked like a prisoner under pressure (2x)
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Treatment New Bedford, Massachusetts
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Brian Benson - Guitar
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Don Reed - Drums
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