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Fever Dreams
02:59
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The room is spinning ‘round, but I haven’t drank a drop/sober and raisin dry, I promised to take it day by day/burning yellowed pages, we pretend to laugh it...
Off/ I’m caught in a fever dream/shrug it off/I’m caught in a fever dream/ and I’ll go back where the tracks sink back and where I begin
One foot forward down the tracks/and I’m never coming back
Made the point to get lost/where our paths will never cross
The room is spinning ‘round, and I drank 'till I dropped/rattle my chain link skull and I swear, this time’s my last/a summer of traffic jams, and best laid plans, has left me in a
Haze/I’m caught in a fever dream/ wasted days/I’m caught in a fever dream/and I’ll go back where the tracks sink back and where I begin
One foot forward down the tracks/and I’m never coming back
Made the point to get lost/where our paths will never cross
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Dead Ends
02:38
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Brothers, I have no brothers/fathers, you just aren’t who you used to be, used to be/and these streets I’ve grown to hate/and the looks they shoot at me/and the rows of houses just aren’t what they used to be, used to be
And it’s all for nothing (all for nothing!)/singing songs, of empty golden days/white picket confessions, and Sunday morning lessons won’t help you find a better way (Awaaaaaaayyyyyyyyyyyy!)
Dead end streets don’t call my name/and the walking dead, just don’t follow me no more/I’ve taken all I can/who’s laughing now, we broke our vows, it’s one last bow
Mother, I’m sorry mother/Mother, I’m just not who I used to be, used to be/some nights I spend alone/fake smiles while I’m at home/because this house just isn’t what it used to be, used to be
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Grinding Teeth
03:01
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Wide awake in the dead of night, grinding teeth I'm greeting the morning from the wrong side/dim light bulb inside my skull, needs replacing but it never runs cold
The graveyard shift ain't so bad, 'cept it never ends/peel me off this jagged cradle, slap some sense into me
WAKE UP!
My teeth are grinding, my mind is racing/my teeth are grinding, my mind is racing/then it crashed, where am I?
Nice try with the lullaby, I shot down the mockingbird in my sky/toss and turn just fuels the fire, smoldering, 'till I choke charcoal
Each year gets more cyclical, like the circles under my eyes/bloodshot, looking strung out, maybe I am
WAKE UP!
My teeth are grinding, my mind is racing/my teeth are grinding, my mind is racing/then it crashed, who am I?
Bleary-eyed, I've lost my mind, wasted time, becoming what I hate (becoming what I hate!)/every time I just burn, my stomach churns, I nervously exaggerate/and if you can't bring me down I'll just...
I've become my own worst enemy, swerving off course/wish what they said wasn't a myth, "sleep is for the weak" (or is it?)
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Lost at Sea
02:59
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One last letter to you, now you’re spittin’ teeth, you’re shrinking smile falls and hits the concrete/I’m backstabbing, you’re finally cracking, a fatal checkmate, you’re fucked, and we’re all laughing/cigarette burns, skin turns to ash, and now you nervously laugh, as you’re backed against a wall/ 'cause you’ve been fuckin’ around, so selfishly, and now it’s time for you to pay!
You thought for all those years that you maybe you were fooling me/ but now your lies are catching up, and we can finally see that…
Well you can’t fool me, after all those nights, of being lost at sea/no you can’t cheat me, after all this time, revenge will be sweet
HEY!
A room laughing at you, you’re bullshittin' me, you hide your face and block out the screams/one perfect crime, until tonight, you’ve been sold out and tried, goodnight!
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Backtracking
02:47
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Walking down Broadway in my sleep/and who is that following me?/My shadow? Is that someone? I can’t breathe/locked up tight in my cell in this city
And the jackhammers are restless in the morning/it’s true this place just never fuckin’ sleeps/won’t be much longer ‘till this façade just cracks/and I find myself sleep walking
Find myself, find myself, find myself!
Backtracking, it’s nerve wracking/footsteps in the alleyway, follow me everyday/down on Broadway, feeling cliché/their eyes glare down on me, so much for feeling free
Check the locks, slam the deadbolt/throw down the shades isolation/ but the sirens, they lull me to sleep/'till I’m back down on Broadway again
Find myself, find myself, find myself!
Backtracking, it’s nerve wracking/footsteps in the alleyway, follow me everyday/down on Broadway, feeling cliché/their eyes glare down on me, so much for feeling free
Their eyes glare, down on me/and what they see is their enemy/the footsteps in the alleyway/and every time I can’t get away/suburban fantasies, were never meant for me/ but now I've come to hate these streets/I can't be saying this, can't be saying this, can't be, can't be, cant' be...
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Get the Memo
02:40
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Cold sweat in the cubicle, I’m ready to set the place on fire/black coffee in my veins, I’ve never been so fuckin’ tired/sold out for the paycheck, then you tell me that I’m fired
I know I can’t complain, these problems so American!
I’ve got a fire in my belly and a fire in my heart, and I just can’t get it out/you’ve taken all you can, but we’ll take it back again/and I guess you didn’t get the memo!
Fever dreams in the cubicle, time to set the world on fire/white collar, morning commute, each week I get more fuckin' tired/they call me king lazybones, then you tell me that I'm fired
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The Coffee Bandits Melrose, Massachusetts
Four piece punk band from somewhere in suburban Mass. We play about one show a year, but check out our brand new EP!
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