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Leave it Go [EP]

by Sunday Guts

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I'm alone in my principles, I'm alone if the night's alive I'll stay alone if someone wants me to They come to teach me if they own a style I'm alone in my principles, maybe register and copyright Some ideas we'll never talk about Some imaginary thoughts on life Just show up in line with a one track mind You'll know what I know - The phrase "Leave it Go" Training wheels and traded Topps floating underground Get wasted if you know just how Lighting up the double dog-legged fairway round I'm halfway to the underground If it feels the raining stopped my paper route from drowning The classified will dial me out Kinda fading now, only energy to start a fight Some ideas we'll never ay aloud Some imaginary thoughts on life Heaven's back from the dead again Now redeem all the credit you have earned With collectable, and when you're burned, Start it all again.
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Hey, maybe we can hit for the cycle again I'll take you along as friends Each and every night, trying to top my high Step away from the stereo You're giving it too much rope And after a little while, an inch will become a mile You know it and so do I, a mirrorball in the aisle A permanent runner up, Commissioner ends a tie Taking the country kind Taking the farmer's wife from the kitchen And a tag on the toe Getting rid of everything but my invisible Homemade clothes Fortunately, gotta get a redundant team Some experience canvassing Nobody will talk about, nobody will think out loud Cry about our routine, shuffle around these themes Whenever they're in my mind, our losses are cut and dry And I should mention we force apprehension Those will be details that we all agree on And I don't want to budge
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The people come from the edge of the universe The people want what they already own Set an alarm after everyone leaves tonight Set an alarm, but you're never alone The people pray for an easier way to live That's why their things are worth Their weight in gold If you're disappointed claim yourself as a victim Ya point your finger, turn around and go home Take one, take two, take them all Oh, how the entitled will fall They're selling it right, we demonize any greed at all Forfeit or fight, if you decide to make that call. But ho, all the ease is too sweet. The people weep when they don't get a second try Who would fight for a crown and a thrown If you got to where you wanted by doing right How does it look, how do you know The people fall but they don't want to fall behind Work hard, but not to the bone Have a heart, tell them all you're superior But I believe in no Holy Ghost Little ride and we're headed downtown Maybe the history's what's bringing them out Get your fare ready, look who's driving the bus Big time and you're speeding around New material, feeling it out What you pay for your share is more than enough If you wander to the edge of the universe You will find there's nothing at all There's no reason or incentive to fail and try again They've got it all, why leave home?
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Can we make our own time? Can we take it to go? This is all that we care for, and it's all we know Every sound is the same, and the key doesn't change You can always identify from a mile away And if you're not familiar, go and hear all you want Why put in effort, if your friends have not? It's alright to play easy, but it's not like it's Turning around, how does it even sound? I'm left out. The little we try, because a little we know It's not like we're helpless, but it's not for show Caravan kerosene, should we carry receipts? Selling all of these items, they're within our reach If you get to a million, do we write it all down? An electrical circus in a neighboring town Then we empty the bleachers, and It feels like they're turning around How do they think that sounds? I'm left out You can tell all your friends. You can go on the phone You can help out the team near the end zone If you follow the rules, it'll take a long time Tie up the loose ends, help us read your mind And if you're not familiar, go and hear all you want Why put in effort, if your friends have not? Do you want to be famous? It's not like it's Turning around, how does it even sound I'm sick, I'm turned around, I'm left out.

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TRACKS 1,2 & 4 Written by BK.
Track 3 Written by Vic Berger IV* and BK.


*aka Viral Vic, aka @BestBergerEver

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released September 17, 2013

All music and programming by BK except for Organ Synths and Bass Guitar by Vic Berger IV.

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