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Eric's Song
02:08
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I TOOK YOUR LIFE BUT IT WASN'T QUICK I SPILLED YOUR GUTS AND IT MADE ME SICK AT YOUR LAST BREATH WELL I JUST SMILED DRAGGED YOUR CORPSE LAUGHING ALL THE WHILE STOLE YOU AWAY FROM THE ONES YOU KNOW COVERED IN LYE SO YOUR BODY DOESN'T SHOW EAT YOUR HEART CONSUME YOUR SOUL I'LL BREAK YOU DOWN AND THEN YOU'LL KNOW I'M FEELING DEAD INSIDE YOU'LL NEVER BE ANYTHING TO ME YOU'LL NEVER BE ANYTHING TO ME THE COPS DON'T STAND A CHANCE YOU SEE YOUR ONLY HOPE IS THE DEC I'M FEELING DEAD INSIDE SO SICK, SO SICK, SO FUCKING SICK INSIDE
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In Our Hands
03:30
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WELL YOU SAY THAT THIS ISN'T RIGHT NOT SOMETHING THAT WE SHOULD LIKE NOT SOMETHING THAT YOU STAND FOR CAN'T PUT US DOWN ANYMORE IF YOU CAN'T UNDERSTAND YOUR IGNORANCE IS BLINDNESS I CAN NOT TRUST ANYONE WHO SPENDS THEIR WHOLE LIFE LOOKING UP WE ARE NOT LOST OR ALONE NOT ONE FOR YOU TO PREY ON NOT ONE FOR YOU TO PRAY FOR SO CHECK THAT SHIT AT THE DOOR WE'VE GOT OUR OWN REASONS FOR THE THINGS WE BELIEVE IN WE'VE GOT THE FUTURE IN OUR HEADS AND IT'S IN OUR HANDS IT'S IN OUR HANDS THIS WORLD IS OURS TO EXPLORE YOU CAN NOT CLOSE THAT DOOR WE GOT THE STRENGTH OF A MILLION AND ONE YOU ALWAYS INSIST THAT YOU'RE RIGHT DICTATE ON WHO WE SHOULD LIKE DICTATE ON WHO WE CAN LOVE WELL I KNOW A PLACE YOU CAN SHOVE YOUR BACKWARDS AND BLINDED IDEALS THEY ARE SO MISGUIDED WE'VE GOT THE FUTURE IN OUR HEADS AND IT'S IN OUR HANDS IT'S IN OUR HANDS THIS WORLD IS OURS TO EXPLORE YOU CAN NOT CLOSE THAT DOOR WE GOT THE STRENGTH OF A MILLION AND ONE WE'RE IN A FIGHT WE'LL NEVER LOSE NEVER LOSE IT'S IN OUR HANDS THIS WORLD IS OURS TO EXPLORE YOU CAN NOT CLOSE THAT DOOR WE GOT THE STRENGTH OF A MILLION AND ONE
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Stay Strong
03:05
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WHAT IS THIS THING IN MY CHEST IT SEEMS TO BEAT A RHYTHM
SOME OLD LONG FORGOTTEN SONG THAT'S BEEN DEAD FOR SO LONG WHAT ARE THESE THINGS IN MY HEAD DARK THOUGHTS THAT DRIVE A FEELING BAD MEMORIES THAT I PUT AWAY CAUSE THEY BRING ME PAIN
WHAT YOU SEE IS WHAT'S LEFT OF ME NOTHING BELOW THE SURFACE AN OPEN BOOK TO READ ALONG I'LL TAKE MY HITS AND ILL STAY STRONG WHY ARE THESE CHORDS IN MY HEAD OLD PLAYED WITH A DRIVING RHYTHM OLD PUNK SONGS HELP ME GET AWAY FROM ALL THIS PAIN
HERE I AM AND ILL STAY STRONG I DON'T NEED YOU TO CARRY ON YOU KNOW THAT THIS WAS ALL YOUR FAULT ABANDONMENT HAS TAGGED ALONG
WHAT ARE THESE THINGS IN MY EYES PICTURES TOO FADED TO SEE SOME OLD FILM THAT'S BURNED AWAY SOMETHING LOST TO NOBODY WHY ARE THESE THINGS STILL IN MY HEAD DARK THOUGHTS STILL DRIVE A FEELING BAD MEMORIES I PUT AWAY CAUSE THEY BRING ME PAIN
WILL YOU REMEMBER ME
WOULD YOU EVEN TRY
AND WOULD IT BE THE SAME
IF YOU KNOW-I-DIE
WILL YOU REMEMBER ME
WOULD YOU EVEN TRY
AND WOULD IT BE THE SAME
IF YOU KNOW...I...DIE
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Over You
03:26
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FOLLOWED YOUR FUNERAL THE OTHER DAY IT'S NOT YOUR FAULT THEY LET ME WALK FOLLOWED YOUR FUNERAL THE OTHER DAY IT'S NOT YOUR FAULT WE'VE NEVER TALKED AND RED LIGHTS FLASHED AS I PULLED AWAY IT'S NOT YOUR FAULT THEY LET ME WALK SO I'M SITTING HERE DRINKING TO YOU TIME MISPLACED, THERE'S NOTHING TO DO I CAN'T ESCAPE, CAUSE IT'S ON THE NEWS I CAN'T REPLACE WHAT WAS TAKEN FROM YOU FOLLOWED YOUR FUNERAL THE OTHER DAY IT'S NOT YOUR FAULT WE'VE NEVER TALKED AND RED LIGHTS FLASHED AS I PULLED AWAY IT'S NOT YOUR FAULT THEY LET ME WALK STILL SITTING HERE DRINKING TO YOU TIME HAS PASSED, IT'S BEEN 13 YEARS ALL ALONE, I'M DRUNK WITH REGRET ON THE LIFE THAT YOU DIDN'T GET FOLLOWED YOUR FUNERAL THE OTHER DAY IT'S NOT YOUR FAULT WE'VE NEVER TALKED AND RED LIGHTS FLASHED AS I PULLED AWAY IT'S NOT YOUR FAULT THEY LET ME WALK ITS NOT MY FAULT WE NEVER TALKED (AT YOUR FUNERAL)
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The Barksdales Buffalo, New York
The Barksdales music takes the attitude and rebellion of traditional punk rock and blends it with raw driving guitar laden, good old fashion rock 'n' roll. They blend huge driving drums and bass with an almost obnoxious amount of rock guitar. They play fast, they play hard, and they will never do it any other way. ... more
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