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Criminal
03:50
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Lyrics:
I heard the sirens
They were coming my way
To drown out my voice
And voices shouting for a better day
With a crowd on Broad Street
Ideas held high
Flashing blue lights
Hissing smoke made me want to cry
I am not a criminal
And I’m nowhere near the end of this
I’m counting down your minutes
‘Cause I’ll still be here when you are gone
Adore the idols
Of abomination
Ignore the toil
Outside your desperation
You see the pictures
And it don’t look right
Pull back your curtain
And let through just a little light
I am not a criminal
And I’m nowhere near the end of this
I’m counting down your minutes
‘Cause I’ll still be here when you are gone
I am not a criminal
And I’m nowhere near the end of this
I’m counting down your minutes
‘Cause I’ll still be here when you are
I am not a criminal
And I’m nowhere near the end of this
I’m counting down your minutes
‘Cause I’ll still be here when you are gone
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Broken Heart
02:48
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Lyrics:
I spend my livin’
In a world bent on dying
In the underbelly
Of dreams that fall apart
I ask strangers, from where do you know me
In the mirror they reply
You’re my broken heart
My broken heart
I know your pleasures
And I know your guilty comforts
You can’t hide your blame or burdens
Away from me
I feed on frailty, from where do you know me
In the mirror you can see
I’m your broken heart
Your broken heart
You’re a menagerie
Of blurry bloated faces
On a mantle piece
With trophies of the cursed
I always find you in the same fateful places
We will never be apart
I’m your broken heart
Your broken heart
I’m your broken heart
Your broken heart
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The J.O.B. Richmond, Virginia
Virginia's 'Top 40' Charting Independent Band.
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