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HaystacksandNeedles
05:27
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My friends are falling out like baby teeth, it's getting harder just to call them they're out of reach.
My friends are dropping like flies it seems stuck on the shit they were using casually but now they're casualties.
You're gonna feel a little sting.
I could tell every time we'd speak that you were a well of bad blood in need of a leech.
Under it's spell when your will was weak you pushed the plunger and felt that sweet relief.
You're gonna feel a little sting and then you won't feel a thing.
I got the call earlier this week and now I'm lost in a mass grave of guilt and grief.
I dug up those words that you wrote for me. The water works were trickling down my cheek,
and I feel a little sting.
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RunAway
02:45
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LYRICS:
We're all just running away in this cat and mouse game. Take a shot and then chase. Keep those demons at bay
I poured a little for you on the sidewalk at the bar, I don't know what good it'll do but it helped to warm my heart. Because when you never get to say goodbye you end up talking to yourself at night with the hope that maybe your prayers just might reach someone on the other side.
We're all just running away in this cat and mouse game. Take a shot and then chase. Keep those demons at bay
I don't deserve to take your place I've got no dog in this race. I end up stuffing my face when I say I want a taste but you know me I'm looking for peace but I keep getting choked by my leash when I'm running away.
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EmergencyEulogy
03:30
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Staring at the ceiling in darkness and quiet I'm told you sold your body for a hit and although you said it softly it was hard to admit and I heard the quick quivering of your lower lip.
Staring at the ceiling in darkness and quiet I ponder what compelled you at first to try this violent tyrants grip like an eagle to a fish, but I know that if you're born with fins then you're more eager to swim.
Staring at the ground as they lower your casket there's no answers to be found but your mother keeps asking "why him and not me?" the world spins and history repeats, While we stand still with our pencils writing eulogies.
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EightGhosts
03:40
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I saw your arms scars where you'd missed like a map of your pain and that black tar just sticks when you poke at your veins.
Now there's eight ghosts in my living room and they ain't showing signs of leaving soon. Yeah there's eight ghosts in my living room it just takes a lighter and a spoon.
I've got those ashes in my dresser drawer carved with your name but the fact is I can't ignore it's just not the same.
Now there's eight ghosts in my living room and they ain't showing signs of leaving soon. Yeah there's eight ghosts in my living room it just takes a lighter and a spoon.
If there is a god it's got a lot of explaining to do if there's any law at all then I see some payments due because there is eight ghosts in my living room and they all choked when they begged for my time from you and I don't expect a reply soon.
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FloatingFeathers
05:37
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I've been down here for twenty four years it's looking like I'm facing twenty five to life. Just dreams and no career behind the bar the only stardom I'll see is at night.
There's a demon in my ear whispering the end is near and I can't quite steer through the tears just down a couple beers and make my fear like a deer in the headlights watching as they veer.
Nobody lives forever we're all just floating feathers in a whirlwind waiting for the end.
He was high for twenty four years I got the call that he was gone and I couldn't sleep at night because my dreams and their veneer was stripped away when I'd awake in sweat fear and fright.
and the devil with his shovel kept on digging up new tunnels on the road to recovery and left bloody feet to stumble. He hit a fever pitch put the barrel in his lips squeezed his grip and blew the world a kiss.
Nobody lives forever we're all just floating feathers in a whirlwind waiting for the end.
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The Spinning Game Humble, Texas
The Spinning Game is the primary music project of the multi-instrumentalist, producer, and prolific songwriter Matthew Lester. The Spinning Game was started as Matt starting writing and recording which was when he was 11 and he hasn’t stopped writing the best songs he can possible ever since. ... more
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