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Scott #1
03:40
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Own up to your past, it’s only just as much
A list of people hurt is just a worthless crutch
A sign of losing touch
I bleed with indecision, tear it up or let it be
Dependent, resentment
Right or wrong
Dependent, resentment
Weak or strong
Sinking with their ship, I can’t bear their weight
I’ve given all I can and life can’t hardly wait
On every nameless face
I bleed with indecision, should I stay or should I go
Dependent, resentment
Right or wrong
Dependent, resentment
Weak or strong
I drag my feet to the here and now
Honesty could be your wildest endeavor
Blink and miss your chance, it’s now or never
I drag my feet to the here and now
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We
02:16
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Oh what I admire to be mirrored in someone else
The giving never expires, filthy rich in love I felt
The pull of all that’s certain meet the imminent decay
I forgot how to walk away
Afforded lack of passion instilled in those we trust
The give and take without response, mine’s not enough for both of us
This slipping feels familiar, my grip will surely give way
I forgot how to walk away
Constantly contradicting myself
Recounting all my debt perched on my peak of squandered wealth
We don’t belong together
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Caught Dead
03:13
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We can dish out all the half-truths or stale ordinary life
I gave up heeding all their warnings, too bored as years like days pass by
Are we all we need to be when you share it with the world
But not with me
Defining moments as they fly by, we see through every lens
We drift out further if we’re missing raising glasses with our friends
Are we all we need to be, in love with the whole world but not with me
Because I’m a reject, a fallout, a shitty song played too loud,
A lost cause, a memory no longer worth remembering
In the ghost towns of lessons learned
Ideas stolen then returned
I wouldn’t be caught dead, I wouldn’t be caught dead
Spinning my own lonely web
I want feelings, raw connections, hope and rage
Not disconnecting titles all stuck in day and age
We’re all stuck in day and age
Because I’m a reject, a fallout, a shitty song played too loud,
A lost cause, a memory no longer worth remembering
In the ghost towns of lessons learned
Ideas stolen then returned
Let’s be worth remembering
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Every Drop
02:52
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Your heart’s a collection of ambitions that you’d rather leave behind
Your touch is my addiction, it warms my blood and kills me everytime
The further we go the more reasons we have to keep this secret alive
No one has to know and don’t worry what others will think
Or how we ruined all these years
I’m nursing every drop of this last drink
Benders cloaked in disguise, when real life happens hold on in disbelief
Aimless as a joy ride, when the bitter cold turns into bittersweet
The lie grows longer every holiday, the mile marker’s far behind
No one has to know and don’t worry what others will think
Or how we ruined all these years
I’m nursing every drop of this last drink
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Bipartisanshit
03:15
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Happiness in tact or just wishful thinking
Bend until it snaps and save the most embarrassing surprise for the eternal cynic
All you found just makes me itch
Boundaries built and crossed are so deceiving
The truth can be so wrong so mean it when you save the best surprise for the eternal cynic
All you found just makes me itch
Surprise for the eternal cynic
All you found just makes me itch
If it’s meant to fail I can never tell
So cynical
Sometimes you figure out what’s sure and sometimes you eat it
Then when the pressure chokes you up, you just repeat it
So rip free from the paper dolls that all came before you
Because we’re all we have to live for
So cynical
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I woke up in this mourning city, this bleeding town
To find myself alone with strangers on these killing grounds
Where hopeless put their faith in prayer and elites sing their praise
All the while desensitised to the murder in their name
Mourning city, bleeding town
Our eyes are all dead empty when the dead hearts hit the ground
I fell asleep in your dear city, awoke in District rain
It’s Oscar night on the Potomac and our freedom’s strained
When we all live with this tragedy but we’ve been robbed of our voice
We all have blood upon our hands and never had the choice
Mourning city, bleeding town
Our eyes are all dead empty when the dead hearts hit the ground
When every resonating voice of discontent is turned unto a whisper
All swollen ears of old and young so easily distracted not to listen
Listen to me
Mourning city, bleeding town
Our eyes are all dead empty when the dead hearts hit the ground
Mourning city, bleeding town
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The ability for Divided Heaven to shift between a delicate Americana song to an overdrive rock sing-a-long is a testament to Jeff Berman’s songwriting abilities. Divided Heaven has an eclectic list of influences and doesn’t shy away from the challenge of incorporating those varying styles in the grand scope of the bands output. ... more
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