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Empty Page
04:39
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It's hard to sing when you cry.
I guess that's life, but what am I?
I'm at this stage of my life
where I can't sing my heart's delight.
When I think of the hours that we've spent
with burning fingers to pay the rent,
a broken life can't be remade
with listless days, the empty page.
Wind me up and drag me out!
Spill me out onto the floor.
Hold my hand, baby, don't let go.
I just want you to know that you're my only harbor.
And, I just want you to know that I'm deep in ardor.
My soul keeps holding on for the longest time.
It's hard to sing when you cry.
I guess that's life, but what am I?
I'm at that stage of my life
where I can't feel my heart's delight.
When I look in your eyes, meeting mine.
The past unwinds and comes alive.
A broken heart can't be remade
with endless lays, the empty page.
So, wind me up and drag me out!
Spill me out onto the floor.
Hold my hand, baby, don't let go....
Wind me up and drag me out!
Spill me out onto the floor.
Hold my hand, baby, don't let go.
I just want you to know that you're my only harbor.
And, I just want you to know that I'm deep in ardor.
My soul keeps holding on for the longest time.
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Season of Loss
03:33
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Charity's gone,
out on the street,
in dead Summer heat.
No hope for the weak,
some salt from a meek
kiss on the cheek.
Walking the fine line,
it's so easy to fall.
And, you know about the falling most of all.
Season of Loss came calling left you in the Fall.
Yesterday's gone.
Gone for good,
dead as Winter would.
No Hell can repay,
the hurt that you cause,
the things that you say.
Walking the fault line,
getting lost in the dark.
And, you know about the darkness most of all.
Season of Loss came calling, left you in the Fall.
And, you know that you can't fight it, or run and hide.
It comes and finds you, in the night, when the feeling is right.
And, you know about the darkness most of all.
Season of Loss came calling, left you in the Fall.
And, you know that you can't fight it, or run and hide.
It comes and finds you, in the night, when the feeling is right.
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Not a Game
05:38
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The World is falling down around my ears more than usual.
Static behind my eyes every time I get close to you.
It's too dangerous to play around town.
How can you expect to be found, when the stages are super-spreading misery?
Is that the way its got to be?
What phase of Armageddon we at anyway?
The World is always ending!
What do you expect?
Without respect, the World ain't going to turn, it's going to burn.
Why can't you see all that lies underneath the veneer of civility?
The wheel gets its grease.
You grind along possessed by a forgotten song.
All this dread has done a number on your head.
My tongue twisted every time I try to talk to you.
There's no handling it, no communication here.
And, I feel so alone, sometimes.
You waste your life fearing the day you die.
That's what happens when you spend life getting high.
I can't believe that the World went underneath,
this spell of grief possess me, I can't get sleep.
But, if its not a game, your guess is good as mine where we're going.
And, if you can't relate, maybe you'll get a life.
From which there's no escape, one choice just leads right on
to the next one.
Go on and roll the dice, baby, you'll be just fine.
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4. |
The Love that You Want
04:40
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Maybe, life's a game?
If so, I guess you're losing out.
Maybe, that's the same reason people seem to go insane
when they begin again.
Maybe, you should change the way you're always hanging out?
Time keeps ticking down.
Too late, guess we'll never find out now,
'til you come around again.
Well, it's so hard to believe that a life could be this hard!
To get the love that you want in this life is so hard,
but you cannot give up.
Take a tip from me man, you know, your friends understand
you do the best that you can.
There's so much to live for,
and so little to die for.
The whole World's going to dig the way you sing!
Try to take control!
Seems like you take all day falling down.
Your brittle little bones and the way they bounce around.
Are you punch-drunk or proud?
You got all the love you'll ever need, just keep reaching out.
Aren't you getting tired of the way your songs sound,
when they begin again?
Well, its so hard to believe that a life could be this hard!
To get the love that you want in this life is so hard,
but you cannot give up.
Take a tip from me man, you know, your friends understand
you do the best that you can.
There's so much to live for,
and so little to die for.
The whole World's going to dig the way you sing!
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5. |
Dying All the Time
04:25
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Things are really bad, I know.
Hate to say I told you so.
Spending all this time, saying a goodbye
to this way of life.
Things are going to change someday.
I don't know how, so I just say
these words all of the time,
words, all of the time,
to get me through the lie.
And, it shows in my face
like its written on this place.
It gets so cold here in the Winter,
cold here in my heart.
And, age doesn't lie,
it just stares back in your eye,
Singing "na na na na na".
Don't keep a candle for the day,
thinking that you've got to wait.
Until your dying day,
say what you've got to say.
We're waiting on the dawn to break,
for light to spill onto the plain.
We're dying all the time,
dying all the time,
that's just fine.
And, it shows in my face
like its written on this place.
It gets so cold here in the Winter,
cold here in my heart.
And, age doesn't lie,
it just stares back in your eye,
Singing "na na na na na".
I'm tired of waiting.
So tired of waiting.
I'm tired of waiting.
And, it shows in my face
like its written on this place.
It gets so cold here in the Winter,
cold here in my heart.
And, age doesn't lie,
it just stares back in your eye,
Singing "na na na na na".
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6. |
Sorry to Say
04:43
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We've spent too long in the Uncanny Valley,
and it's sad to see we've lost more than we've found.
Like, searching for gold in the hills of Kentucky,
or freedom in a coal mining town.
Well, nothing says "Run!" like a loaded gun,
in the hands of one that's got nothing to lose.
And, nothing hits home like a heart of stone,
when there ain't nobody looking out for you.
Well, I'm sorry to say that our dream has died.
And, I'm sorry to say that our fathers lied.
Well, I should have run off to wild West Virginia,
or bulleted back East, out on a rail.
But, the roads are washed out,
and there's no escaping now.
Sure as Hell have lost my way,
out on the trail.
Well, nothing says "Run!" like a loaded gun,
in the hands of one that's got nothing to lose.
And, nothing hits home like a heart of stone,
when there ain't nobody looking out for you.
Well, I'm sorry to say that the dream has died.
And, I'm sorry to say that our fathers lied.
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7. |
Dead City
01:55
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Dead City
Wounded and its such a pity now
Goddamit lying on the pavement bleeding out
Boots on the street and now we can't compete
Sex begets sweat, and now incel's upset
Fully automatic
Can't see through the static
So savage
Hell, let's send these kids all off to war
Broke and Damaged nobody's listening anymore
the boots on the street, you know you can't compete
"USA NO 1"
Go fuck a loaded gun!
Fully automatic
Can't see through the static
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8. |
Kinder Cages
05:40
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They say, "Nobody wants to take these kids away",
so why they do, I'll never know.
Compassion only gets you so far anyway,
and that's all that I know, all that I know.
Crossing lines written out on a page,
from town to town, and place to place.
We're border-breaking peoples lives for misdemeanor crimes.
Welcome to our sorry state.
Kinder cages
Oh Hell no!
Do they really line them up?!
Kids in cages
Here we go!
See them standing all in a row.
Everyone just wants a safe place to stay,
away from fear, away from hate.
Is it worth, though, letting the State decide their fate,
well, what the Hell do I know?
These are peoples' lives so you shouldn't play around,
and put so much at stake.
We're all running away from home,
and now we're all alone,
burning down the highways.
Kinder cages
Oh Hell no!
Do they really line them up?!
Kids in cages
Here we go!
See them standing all in a row.
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9. |
Trying too Hard
03:12
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Don't know what I want,
and I don't know what to say.
I put all I got in, and don't get to much out,
and it's like that everyday.
Never wanted to break your heart,
but I knew right from the start
that I was going to hurt you, honey.
I just wanted to be a star.
And, the rough edge keeps catching,
and it won't ever be ground down.
I've been too far out over the line.
I've been lost in the shade of time.
I've been running from pain and heartache.
I've been crazy all my life.
And, I don't know what I want.
And, I don't know just what to say.
And, I don't know how this started,
a strange person, in my own way.
But, the rough edge keeps running me 'round,
and dragging me down, and I got to find a better way to get along.
Can't keep from trying
too hard, too hard.
Can't live my life lying.
It's hard enough to break my heart, but still I got to say.
So long...
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Justin Payne & Co. Nashville, Tennessee
Located in Nashville, Justin Payne & Co. strive to entertain audiences with their powerful and moving live performances, bringing equal parts angst, fearlessness and vulnerability that never fail to capture a room.
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