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Sunset
03:48
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the night hits different when it starts with a sunset
it just reminds of the things we ain't done yet
and crystal visions and good signs that we wanted
it's all around you right now, just don't look down
just don't look down
I feel so groovy when we're watching the sunset
it's like it's telling me that life isn't done yet
there's so much beauty left to find if you want it
it's all around you right now
CHORUS:
this could be one night we share together
you could be the one, tell me is it you
we could just take one, more is always better
stay up till the sun, get tangled up in blue
do what we wanna do
I get this feelin' that's a lot like a sunset
it just reminds me of the times with no regret
and all the family and the friends that I've met
they're all around you right now
CHORUS
CHORUS
don't look down
don't look down
don't look down
just don't look down...
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2. |
Weekend
03:59
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I could pretend
that you're not with him
if you're down to slide
kick it for the night
and you don't have to go home I know
you've been waiting for this some time
and you don't have to explain anything
unless you wanna babe it's alright
i saw you on the weekend
i saw the guy you're speakin' to
i'm thinking you don't need him
i feel like you should be with someone who
keeps you stimulated
so you don't have to fake it
and doesn't keep you waitin'
painting pictures of you naked
we could pretend
that life never ends
be forever young
we'll inhale this night and keep it in our lungs
i wanna know your insides, outside
i feel like i'm losing my mind
and you don't have to explain anything
if you feel it's a waste of time
i saw you on the weekend
i saw the guy you're speakin' to
i'm thinking you don't need him
i feel like you should be with someone who
keeps you stimulated
so you don't have to fake it
and doesn't keep you waitin'
painting pictures of you naked
i saw you on the weekend
i saw the guy you're speakin' to
i'm thinking you should leave him
i feel like you should be with someone who
keeps you stimulated
so you don't have to fake it
and doesn't keep you waitin'
painting pictures of you naked
keeps you stimulated
so you don't have to fake it
and doesn't keep you waitin'
i could pretend
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3. |
Heavy Bones
04:27
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I do my walkin' Sunday morning
down by the river
I hear them talking, language foreign
I smell like liquor
I do my walkin' Sunday morning
down by the river
I hear them talking, language foreign
I smell like liquor
I do my prayin' when the day ends or when I am trippin'
the sky is quiet
never complacent, always wasting all this time I'm given
why try to fight it
yeah you know I always tell the same old stories
pouring out my heart again
getting drunk with all my friends
I think I'm thinking too much
and now I got these heavy bones
I fear I'm losing my touch
and I can't find my way home
can't find my way home
I do my walkin' on the shore with
no companion
I hear them talking and I can't ignore it
my thoughts are dancin'
I went out west in search of lessons, but I got too reckless
just what I needed
and something happened on that sabbath down there by the rapids
it ain't no secret
it ain't no secret that I always tell the same old stories
pouring out my heart again
getting drunk with all my friends
I think I'm thinking too much
and now I got these heavy bones
I fear I'm losing my touch
and I can't my way home
can't find my way home
I think I'm thinking too much
and now I got these heavy bones
I fear I'm losing my touch
and I can't my way home
can't find my way home
can't find my way home
no I can't find my way
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4. |
Aaliyah
03:05
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I've slept in many beds
held guns to my head
but chose life instead
and yes I've broke bread
with strangers I've met
although I've been fed
I ain't finished yet
CHORUS:
Aaliyah
why'd you have to go and take my love again
why'd you have to leave me here with nothin' else
all by myself
Aaliyah
Aaliyah
I've washed blood from hands
hurt my fellow man
forgot who I am
got close to the land
touched mountains and sand
so close to understanding
but I feel you again
CHORUS
something bout where you've been
something bout your heroin
something bout where you've been
never coming back again
something bout where you've been
something bout your heroin
something bout where've you been
CHORUS
Aaliyah
Aaliyah
AALIYAAAH!!!
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5. |
Evolution
04:08
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i’m a roach in your ocean, and i’m hoping
i could approach your shore.
i’ve been tossed through the birth of a new earth, but
i’m in search of more.
breathing air on your seaside, and it feels like
i could stand up one day.
now i’m learning ‘bout fire. human desire
starts to lead me astray.
CHORUS:
so wait.
it’s just beginning to happen.
it could be so good,
so stay.
embrace the cosmic reaction.
who knew it/life could feel this way?
so wait
it’s just beginning to happen.
it could be so good.
i discovered your treasures: power and pleasure
heavily sought after.
spent some centuries fighting. captured your lightning.
hoping the glass won’t shatter
and now i’m hyper-connected. trying to perfect this
trial run, or whatever.
i found love at one time, but it slipped my mind that
it’s not always forever.
CHORUS
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Gary Lazer Eyes Orlando, Florida
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Austin Young-
Guitar/Vocals
Sean Gray-Guitar/Vocals
Manny Fawcett- Bass
Chris Jones- Drums
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