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Now the end of the world has come upon us
The sky is falling down on us again
There's panic filling every city street
'Cause we believed the words of weathermen
We long for our history
Where the lens is smeared with Vaseline
And the days are golden
Bathing in the sunlight of our memories
You think the end of the world has come upon you
When you are all alone at night in bed
You used to think about the man you'd marry
But now you'd settle for just anyone instead
And you long for your history...
Just because things are the way they are now
Doesn't mean they'll be that way forever
Just because things are the way they are now
Doesn't mean they'll be that way forever
It's to our shame that we never moved on
Because nostalgia kept us all from moving on
Now the end of the world has come upon us
So we throw our hands up in defeat
Cash is dead and Billy Graham is next
Ninety-nine sheep hear one lost, little bleat
And we long for our history...
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Don't Love It So
02:24
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Oh my son
Don't bow to what you make
And don't stress out
When the money's late
Don't call this home
This is where you live
You're just passing through
So don't you settle in
It's something
I thought that you should know
Don't love it so
My father made me
My father gave me strength
He gave me wisdom
He gave me everything
He said... "Don't call this home"...
Oh my friends
Is this your attitude?
Because you're strong
When the truth's in you
And there is one
That you have overcome
But I bet you won't hear his name
When you turn on the news
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3. |
Withe
03:01
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All my life
I rush to finish what I write
Sometimes words
Bleed together as I type
Well just once
I want to work it into the page
Just this once
And take advantage of my mistake
Withe
And make "withe" a word
Find a use
Making it multipurpose
Like a slur
Coined into a common cuss
Well just once
I want to work it into the page...
The definition of an empty cause
Will from this day forth
Be pronounced "with uh"
Give up the withe
Withe and work it somewhere into the page
Withe and work it somewhere into the page
I will make it work
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The Summer Country Nashville, Tennessee
"The Summer Country is an easy blend between alt-rock and punk – a four-man band based out of Nashville, TN. Isaiah Kallman (guitar/vocals), Nick Johnson (guitar), Brent Bishop (bass) and Josh Jackson (drums), form a diverse yet cohesive group. A live show is not to be missed – you might see a drum cymbal slice through a power cord. Just ask them about it." - Linda Wyman ... more
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