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Barbed Times (2017)
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Can’t say how long it takes to go but I’m just running wild.
Blue demons took me far away through never ending rides.
When I look back can’t say it’s real the failure’s what remains.
No longer road to lead me here just speeding in the rain.
And well I took my stand and packed all my belongings,
convinced myself there was no other way,
then I started up the engine, hit the highway,
since then I haven’t come back yet.
Our crazy ways, our wounded pride how we’ve been so hell-bent.
To you my babe I never lied I did it to myself.
What happens to your temper, what about your state of mind?
Too late to say, there ain’t no blame just hang our heads and maybe cry.
And well I took my stand and packed all my belongings,
convinced myself there was no other way
then I started up the engine, hit the highway,
since then I haven’t come back yet.
We’re just two high walls too hard to climb
I wish I were there to see you, but I can’t.
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It's been a long time mama since I ramble
Those tricksters all around me blur my sight
My spirit ‘s raising hell it sweats out of my skin
You watch me walking down my way
Passing from town to town
Sometimes I wonder
How can I keep myself from feelin’ blue?
Why should I reach the top of the junkpile?
Sometimes just wonder If there is any reason to break free
I left behind my drum rug down in Feldkirch
That was covered with glass and beers
There I got some good company
It's been a long time mama since I ramble
Those tricksters all around me blur my sight
My spirit ‘s raising hell it sweats out of my skin
You watch me walking down my way
Moving my first steps into that city
I thought that all of my wrongs were buried low
And sooner than expected they come back to me
Later on they're knocking at my door
Sometimes I just wonder If there is any reason to break free
I left behind my drumrag down in Chemnitz
Or maybe in Kortrijk, down at the Pit’s
There I got some good company
Passing from town to town
Sometimes I wonder If I have ever tried to doing good
Why should I reach the top of the junkpile?
Sometimes I wonder If there is any reason to break free
I left behind my mind somewhere in Paris
Or maybe in Kortrijk, down at the Pit’s
I’ve got all of my records packed in my trunk
And my most favorite ones in front with me
Some friends are gonna play with me at Crowbar tonight
There I got some good company
Yeah there I got some good company
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