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I feel out of place in my own country
I don’t understand what they want me to be
Everything is shit but people seem okay with it
I don't know why I'm so angry all the time...
You wouldn't believe what men are posting online
You thought teenagers were cruel? Wait ’til they get out of school
You can be a rapist and still be the President
Who the hell would’ve ever thought that could happen?
Scanning formerly soviet states, scoping out his future mates
I've said a lot of stuff I knew I’d regret
But there's some things I thought we all just agreed with
They're saying Nazis are fine and that just blows my mind
It won't stay, it will change
Part of me knows it won't last forever
But when the dust clears, the real fear
Is that nothing can be put back together
The religious right is wrong about everything
Who decided to listen to them anyway?
Now a little band of kooks get to write all the rules
Forget about God and made up religion
I just want a world where men respect women
Maybe the meaning of life is just: don’t hit your fucking wife
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I can feel it in my bones
Something's just getting stronger
I don't know what it is
I don't know when it'll come
But I wanna know if anything can be saved from the storm
Or is it already gone? Was it ever not?
Screaming at the walls
Wondering where the sound goes
Because it seems to disappear and fall off into a void
The other side has no interest in what the facts are
And they never did as long as they won
Sometimes I don’t know why we’re still trying
When everything we’re fighting for is gone
I wonder if we’re going through this lying
But then I think I don’t really want to know
From over and above
You can’t tell where the holes are
So you've got to step carefully
Or you’re probably gonna fall
If you keep the light shining bright like fire
Then you’ve got a chance to clear all the obstacles
At the end of every line
Something’s got to give some time
Maybe this is mine
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i was looking in from the outside
but everyone seemed to know my name
and i couldn't find the right thing
to cut through all the pain
sometimes things feel right
but they can't get you through the night
spending days still looking for answers
and maybe hoping for a sign
i know they're tired and untrusting
and it's all mixed up with pride
but the story doesn't fit
with the things they believe in
this was supposed to be a way out
but it never made any sense
that's never what it was about
all the things that were kept way down
they're bleeding through the cracks
and they won't stop seeping out
you can bide your time in silence
and hope that nothing fades
but the empire’s built on nothing
except a little faith
when the memories are gone
and there’s nothing left to want
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i’m not saying that you’re anything that you don’t already claim
i’m not sure what the game is anymore
if you won’t admit you’re playing
the whole thing feels like you're just begging for a fight
i’m tired of being the grown up
reminding you every day
it’s more than a little important
i mean it’s really everything
you treat smaller than the momentary victories you claim
and that’s really a shame
talking heads and conspiracies
they now feel commonplace
they push out things like facts and logic and reality
and blur the lines of what’s considered sane
it can be hard to care at all
when you’re punching against a wall
it’s easy to forget
you haven’t hard to control it yet
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I don't need a good guy's gun
To help me figure out who won
It's easy to say and there's no need to cry
It's America and we're all gonna die
Because we're so fucked up and we don't know how to get out
Through tragedy there's always one single thing that's not in doubt
A road we'll never go down
Stupid is as stupid does but have we finally woken up?
Doesn't matter what people say when cash pours in from the NRA
Because some guys fucked up with a line that doesn't make sense
I mean with all that education you'd think they know what a comma meant
But they just dropped it right in
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Feel The Same
03:40
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you were saying something but i couldn’t hear your voice
you were looking at me like i had a choice
and when everything was said and done
it was really hard to figure out who won
and it’s getting stronger every day
you expect me somehow to always feel the same
everything we had, into to the flames
what i haven't seen yet is any sign of regret
what i really need is just a little reality
if we're just wasting time then let's stop saying we're fine
another drink won't erase it all this time
it couldn’t be the silence, that’s deafening
it couldn’t be what i’m seeing,
making me reach for something disappearing
spend the whole day at the ceiling, and for what?
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it’s an emptiness and it’s running deep
i’m out of ideas and i can’t even sleep
close a door, open a window up
but i'm starting to think that we're out of luck
a monster’s still a monster if it doesn’t show it’s teeth
while you wait to find out if it’s good or evil
he's heading out to eat
have we lost our fucking minds?
is this how it's gonna be?
because we're running out of time here
are we're drifting in the sea
you can let the anger eat you and devour your insides
the only thing that will really change
is that you’ll have nowhere left to hide
you say there's nothing here that anyone needs to fear
but that's hard to buy once things start to disappear
trying hard to excuse every little thing
just don't forget there are bells you can't unring
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Jared Cohen Fullerton, California
California rock & roll, home recorded since 1997
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