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I came home quite late that night
I thought I was alone
Wasn’t till I saw you there
I knew that you were gone
Who are you really hurting?
Who are you really hurting?
You’re the son I never had
The one I've always wanted
You gotta think before you trip
Who are you really hurting?
Who are you really hurting?
Who are you really hurting?
I can’t save you from yourself
Or from your deadly vice
You’re lucky that I found you there
It couldn’t happen twice
Who are you really hurting?
Who are you really hurting?
I’ve written my new address
At the bottom of the page
Waited for you to write me back
Every single day
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2. |
In A Bottle
04:08
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The innocence from infancy
Seems to pour, surrounding me
I never thought I’d become this carefree
Yesterday I was a baby boy.
Today I’ll drown in tomorrow’s ploy.
But now there’s an endless summer to enjoy
Bottled up with empty thoughts,
In a bottle with nothing much.
Bottled up I’ll search for rhyme,
In a bottle I’ll spend some time.
Halfway through, I’m getting lost.
I’ll find a way to shake it off
And all the while, my time’s a gettin tossed
Im hazy on the here and now
I’ve Moved through every sleepy town,
Running around just tryin’ to settle down.
Bottled up with empty thoughts,
In a bottle with nothing much.
Bottled up I’ll search for rhyme,
In a bottle I’ll spend some time.
To live a lifetime can’t be beat, but
Growing old feels like defeat
One day I’ll just be dust under your feet
Our thoughts they flowed like April rain,
Eventually, our time was drained.
Ending what we thought was just a game.
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3. |
Whipping Post
06:45
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I've been run down and I've been lied to.
And I don't know why, I let that mean woman make me a fool.
She took all my money, wrecks my new car.
Now she's with one of my good time buddies,
They're drinkin in some cross-town bar.
Sometimes I feel, sometimes I feel,
Like I been tied to the whippin' post.
Tied to the whippin' post, tied to the whippin' post.
Good Lord, I feel like I'm dyin'.
My friends tell me, that I've been such a fool.
But I had to stand by and take it baby, all for lovin' you.
Drown myself in sorrow as I look at what you've done.
But nothing seemed to change, the bad times stayed the same,
And I can't run.
Sometimes I feel, sometimes I feel,
Like I been tied to the whippin' post.
Tied to the whippin' post, tied to the whippin' post.
Good Lord, I feel like I'm dyin'.
Sometimes I feel, sometimes I feel,
Like I been tied to the whippin' post.
Tied to the whippin' post, tied to the whippin' post.
Good Lord, I feel like I'm dyin'.
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