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The Will - The Lottery
02:55
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Call it a hobby
It’s just an excuse
Afford the chance for a better life
“One that’s not mine”
What are the odds
For a better life?
It’s not a random instance
That defines your life
A few minutes a day
The chance to win the lottery
(A) life of necessity
Is more fulfilling than a life
of excess always wanting more
But you refuse to try
What are the odds
For a better life?
It’s not a random instance
That defines your life
A few minutes a day
The chance to win the lottery
Call it a hobby
It’s just an excuse
Afford the chance for a better life
One dollar at a time
Pre-Ch (Outro)
What are the odds?
For a better life
What are the odds?
For a better life
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Tongue tied, feeling that I’m broken
Alone but, I’m sure that I’m not mistaken
Another lonely lot that sits vacant
Hear a thousand words, unsure what you’re saying
All of the sudden my vision goes blurry
She starts to die, angel wasn’t meant to fly
I was wrong to try but I know you did
I sit and wonder why I hold onto it
No I won’t go spend more time alone
It’s just too late, no need to hurry
Never knew that I’d be wrong
Never knew what I’d become
Guess I shoulda known
It’s possible to overcome
No I won’t go spend more time alone
It’s just too late, no need to hurry
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Heard It all a million times before
What do you do when trust becomes a foreign word?
A phrase you’ve heard
So much time spent, open and apart
Much needed collection of lost or stolen parts
For too long now this has gone (on)
No more waiting on this dying art
Crumbling all around me
This old foundation
Up for too long now
Ready to crack and fall
Breathe in time with the music
Die slowly in age
With the collection of thoughts and feelings
The collaboration of ideas
Ceasing to exist, this dying art form
Callus to the difference between your ignorance
Too much so to become more
No more waiting
Never felt this before
Crumbling all around me
This old foundation
Up for too long now
Ready to crack and fall
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Broken Dreams
03:43
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Waking up, to a smogged out view
The streets they run red with the blood of you
Time that you’ve spent, in an endless pursuit
To make yourself happy with your broken dream
Waking up, to a smogged out view
The streets are veins and the blood runs through
Walking past a few dead cells
Clotting veins and your broken dreams
Struggle they’ve been through and an open wound
A deadly heart attack, lost souls and empty lives
Feeling this pain but still survives
All the crowded places, feel alone amongst the millions
Waking up, to a smogged out view
The streets they run red with the blood of you
Time that you’ve spent, in an endless pursuit
To make yourself happy with your broken dream
Waking up, to a smogged out view
The streets are veins and the blood runs through
Walking past a few dead cells
Clotting veins and your broken dreams
Waking up, to a smogged out view
The streets are veins and the blood runs through
Walking past a few dead cells
Clotting veins and your broken dreams
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Whiskey
03:10
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I like to think that I'm a bad bad boy
I like my music a little loud
So lets go to the bar and buy a couple rounds
You bring the whiskey and I'll bring the fight
Set down your drink we're going to have it out
Clear the tables now we're gonna have a fight
No guns, no knives needed
Set down your drink we're going to have it out
Round one, three shots of Whiskey
Round two, we’ll take a couple pints
Round three, my friend just hit the floor
You brought the whiskey now we're gonna fight
Set down your drink we're going to have it out
Clear the tables now we're gonna have a fight
No guns, no knives needed
Set down your drink…
Black eyed and broken nose
Blood and broken bottles on the table
Few hits from the pool cue
8 ball in the corner pocket yea
Set down your drink we're going to have it out
Clear the tables now we're gonna have a fight yea
No guns, no knives needed
Set down your drink… out yea
Set down your drink we're going to have it out
Clear the tables now we're gonna have a fight yea
No guns needed
Set down your drink we're going to have it out, yea…whiskey
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Keep Your Distance
04:58
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Littered streets, a widespread panic
Hell on earth, at least for a moment
Where were you in this time of despair?
Landing a hand or among those so selfish?
Keep your distance
In the clouds up so high
If I had a scar for every time I had tried
I would be covers in lines from head to toe
Keep your distance in the clouds
Where were you in this time of despair
Lending a hand or among those so selfish
A tragedy, unfulfilled destiny
Sometimes I find, I don’t mind the loneliness
Keep your distance
In the clouds up so high
If I had a scar for every time I had tried
I would be covers in lines from head to toe
Keep your distance in the clouds
I would gladly pay for ever scent left behind
An unfinished book, one to be plagiarized
A valentine on a old postcard
Be delicate and paint this fine art
Keep your distance
In the clouds up so high
If I had a scar for every time I had tried
I would be covers in lines from head to toe
Keep your distance in the clouds
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lucas fackler Los Angeles, California
Producer, composer engineer.
Producer/Instrumentalist for Idylmind
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