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Atlanta
03:35
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You didn't have to fake it.
Our time was golden.
We weren't meant to make it.
That gun was loaded.
It's like I told you on our first night drive,
If you don't leave, you get left behind.
I didn't want to break it.
My hands were foldin'.
They shouldn't ever take it,
Like it was stolen.
It's like I told you on our last day ride,
You get it wrong before you make it right.
Atlanta won't wait until I'm 33.
She's got it all but she can't have me.
Those Georgia girls will try anything,
But baby, don't wait for a broken man like me.
We found it hard to shake it,
Once it was rollin'.
I never would forsake it,
It took it's toll and
Now we're older, baby we can't lose.
Counting ones and twos and reds and blues.
Chorus
What will you do when no one else is running around?
I knew it was you.
Wide-eyed girl with the narrow views
Singing ones and twos and reds and blues.
Chorus
It's like I told you on our first night drive,
If you don't leave, you get left behind.
It's like I told you on our last day ride,
You get it wrong before you make it right.
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2. |
Elliott Di
03:06
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Halfway through Winter and you get me at the airport
I haven’t seen you in the past few days
My head is spinning and I don’t know what I left for
That’s unimportant cause I’m back now and I’m here to stay
For a little while
So I sit and watch you smile
For an hour or two I’ve got you by my side
Chorus:
Elliott Di
With a wink of your right eye
Someday you’ll fly
Oh, oh… Elliott Di
Halfway through dinner and you’re running out the front door
I hadn’t seen you in the past few days
Your head is spinning and you’re trying to live your life full
And that’s important but tonight I wanted you to stay
For a little while
And you’d sit and watch me smile
For an hour or two I’d have you by my side
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3. |
Tires Over Pavement
03:03
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Said goodbye in a hurry and a week passed,
Still seeing the road signs with bells.
They said they'd write us and they'd never ever skip a day,
We got a package of letters meant for someone else.
We packed our things real late on a Tuesday night
And took on the streets with everything we've got.
Spent all our cash but it doesn't matter anyway
Cause we were the ones who tried.
I prayed to Jesus cause I thought it might do us some good,
But there's no savior in a church that's built for Hollywood.
We'll take our sins and keep on asking heaven for luck,
In some weathered small town.
Well I heard Emily crying on the front porch,
She didn't know it was raining yet.
It's always been that way since we were kids,
The money's gone and she wants to place another bet.
We packed our things real late on a Tuesday night
And took on the streets with everything we've got.
Spent all our cash but it doesn't matter anyway
Cause we were the ones who tried.
They said they'd write us and they'd never ever skip a day,
We got a package of letters meant for someone else.
Chorus X2
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The Struggs Chicago, Illinois
This Chicago based rock band featuring guitar driven, catchy tunes influenced by the sounds of artists such as Dawes, Ryan Adams, Butch Walker, Counting Crows, and the Lumineers. Members Adam, Adam, Matt, Jen and Bryan pepper in folk and country influence to their tunes. The quintet have all played the Chicago scene for years and are excited to release music from their latest project. ... more
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