1. |
Fly By Night
03:14
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Fly by night
It's been a long time comin'
I've been a wreck without your lovin'
Red eye flight
It's gettin' late tonight
If it's delayed again then I'll start runnin'
Oh
It's been a long time comin'
Oh
I know
You know
And you know I'm sorry
For what I said
Made an ass out
Of myself again
And you know that I
Will miss you my friend
I must say goodbye
But this ain't the end
Fly by night
It's been a long time comin'
I've been a wreck without your lovin'
Red eye flight
It's getting late tonight
If its delayed again then I'll start runnin'
And you know I'm sorry
For what I said
Made an ass out
Of myself again
And you know that I
Will miss you my friend
I must say goodbye
But this ain't the end
And you know I'm sorry
For what I said
Made an ass out
Of myself again
And you know I'm sorry
Made a complete ass of myself
Myself
Again
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2. |
The Rink
02:35
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Wasted
Wasted
Night is growing long
Wasted
Wasted
Memory is gone
Wasted
Wasted
Come on, sing along
Why do I do this to myself?
9pm got a cold one in my hand
Banging my head to a real loud band
Told myself I would take it slow tonight
But that just didn't go to plan
Brand new skates on, got 'em at the store
Still bruised up from the time I fell before
Piss-drunk, ass-down, laughing on the floor
How am I supposed to reach the door?
Wasted
Wasted
Night is growing long
Wasted
Wasted
Memory is gone
Wasted
Wasted
I'm a fucking whore
Come in closer, just a little more
I don't remember singing
Karaoke at the bar
And I guess that I'm sorry
For puking on your car
I stumbled home and crawled in bed
With a spinning head
Tried to untie my shoes
But I didn't get far
Wasted
Wasted
I know I'm not alone
Wasted
Wasted
Where'd I leave my phone?
Too fucking drunk to take my skates off
Looks like I'll be rolling home
Looks like I'll be rolling
Home
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3. |
Time
02:24
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Are you in
Or are you out
Are we going for it?
I'm thinking about the
Time
The more we wait
We seal our fate
Shut the door and lock it
I'm gonna lose my
Mind
Time
Time
We don't have enough
Time
Time
Always fucking in a rush
Why am I the only one
Thinking about the time?
Why am I the only one
Singing about the time?
Why am I the only one
Thinking about the time?
Why am I the only one
Screaming about the time?
Are you in
Or are you out
Are we going for it?
I'm thinking about the
Time
The more we wait
We seal our fate
Shut the door and lock it
I'm gonna lose my
Mind
Your dress is cute
It matches your shoes
What more can I say?
You took your time it really
Shows
I've got my hat
And washed my hands
That's good enough for me
I've been ready so
Let's go
Why am I the only one
Thinking about the time?
Why am I the only one
Singing about the time?
Why am I the only one
Thinking about the time?
Why am I the only one
Screaming about the time?
We don't have enough
Always in a rush
Gonna miss the bus
What's it gonna take to get you
Moving out the door?
Time
Time
We don't have enough
Time
Time
Always fucking in a rush
Why am I the only one
Thinking about the time?
Why am I the only one
Singing about the time?
Why am I the only one
Thinking about the time?
Why am I the only one
Singing about the time?
Why am I the only one
Screaming about the time?
I'm losing my mind
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4. |
In Tombs
02:13
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Eyes
They're always glued
To a fucking screen
All we ever want
Is to be seen
Are we ever gonna talk about it?
Are we ever gonna talk?
We're disconnected
We are in tombs
We're disconnected
Move
You people always
Getting in my way
Keep it going
Nothing here to see
Why you in my business anyway?
Shouldn't you be watching the TV?
Sorry for the way
That came across
I don't mean it
I'm just feeling lost
Are we ever gonna talk about it?
Are we ever gonna talk?
We're disconnected
We are in tombs
We're disconnected
Eyes eyes eyes
We keep them to ourselves
Blinded by our shame
Alone in a room
Surrounded by the same
We're disconnected
Are we ever gonna talk about it?
We're disconnected
Disconnected
Disconnected
We're disconnected
We are in tombs
We're disconnected
We are in tombs
We're disconnected
Eyes eyes eyes
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5. |
Head West
00:44
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Head west
Head west
Head west
Where the seas are blue
There's a mountain
On the horizon
Can't see it
Cause you got no view
If I could see
Your beautiful smile
It's gonna make it
Worth my while
Head west
Head west
Head west
Where the seas are blue
Don't you cry babe
I'm just tied up
Packed my bags
So you know it's true
This place is dead
And you know I'm right
We'll pack our bags
And we'll leave tonight
There's nothing left
There's nothing left
There's no one here
To say goodbye
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6. |
Ship to Space
01:48
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Save a seat
We're going on a trip
Earth's on fire
So we built a ship
A world of diamond
And gold awaits
We're not alone
In the depths of space
Ship to space, I'll be on it
Rocks and dust and ice comets
Flip the switch, supersonic
Ship to space, times running out
Ship to space
Gonna save the day
Ship to space
Gonna ride it out
Ship to space
Better save your place
Ship to space
Times running out
Ship to space, I'll be on it
Rocks and dust and ice comets
Flip the switch, supersonic
Ship to space, times up
Turn and face the unknown
Out of orbit we're thrown
To other planets we roam
Ship to space, we're going home
Ship to space
Gonna save the day
Ship to space
Gonna ride it out
Ship to space
Better save your place
Ship to space!!!
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Gyder Seattle, Washington
Gyder is:
Gus Snyder,
a musician
from Tracy, CA
living in Seattle, WA
1996
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