1. |
Dreams Into Dust
03:31
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I am here, You are there
We will never be together
We were young and we were free
We said things like meant to be
Oh what time does to us
Turning our dreams into dust
In our minds we'd always feel the same
But life got in the way
Ideals we cared about
They watered all the seeds of doubt
Oh what time does to us
Turning our dreams into dust
Oh what time does to us
Turning our dreams into dust
My heart looks back sometimes
To a place I can't define
To a boy, to a girl
To an ever-changing world
Oh what time does to us
Turning our dreams into dust
Oh what time does to us
Turning our dreams into dust
Oh what time does to us
Turning our dreams into dust
Oh what's time done to us
It's turned all our dreams into dust
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2. |
Uranium
03:26
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Your disguise was so easy to fall for
But your eyes reveal the truth hidden at the core
All the things that I believed in
Undercut by all your treasons
Circumstance defies all reason now
At least I know what I'm in for
You're uranium
My reaction
Our attraction....
Like a bomb
Every day I feel the tension keep rising
Suffocate until we're gasping and writhing
All the trust that you've been breaching
It's critical the mass we're reaching
This can only lead to one thing now
And it's too late to diffuse it
You're uranium
My reaction
Our attraction...
Like a bomb
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3. |
Here's What's Up
02:53
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I've got your number
I've got your number babe
Not worrying about what you say
I'm starting new and I'm starting today
I've spent too much time on following
While you lead me astray
I've got your number
I've got your number babe
Been saying you've got to go
But you keep hanging around
Your lips are moving
But there's no substance in the sound
I've got your number
I've got your number now
You're always up to no good
(up to no good)
I think it's time you understood
(you understood)
I've had enough of "you should"
(no more "you should")
Now here's what's up!
Not worrying about what you say
I'm starting new and I'm starting today
I've spent too much time on
Foolish games that other people play
I've got your number
I've got your number babe
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4. |
Ripple
03:32
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I've been sinking like a stone
Tossed into the river
Watching all the ripples
How they shine and how they glimmer
It's not me
It's what I'm supposed to be
Tumbling down the channel
Changing like the pebbles
Smoothing all the edges
So they won't cause any trouble
'Til we're just the same
Worn and a little plain
I used to see the stars
I used to watch the clouds go by
I used to see the stars
I used to see the stars in the sky
This water won't part in waves
There's no one to deliver
I'm washing out while feet above
They're dancing on the surface
Light like rain
Oh how the young behave
I used to see the stars
I used to watch the clouds go by
I used to see the stars
I used to see the stars in the sky
I've been sinking like a stone
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5. |
All I Can See
02:50
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What am I supposed to be?
It's a mystery to me
Should I ever dare to dream
Of storms and raging seas?
And I blink my eyes
20 years gone by
Like a firefly's
Extinguished light
TIme
And it's all I can see
Everything all together runs
Running out on me
Do you ever wonder who
You see inside your eyes?
Faded memories of a former life
It's hard to recognize
And I blink my eyes
All the years gone by
And the changing tide
We can't deny
Time
And it's all I can see
Everything all comes running out
Running out on me
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6. |
Henry's Song
03:36
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I still see your face
Weathered from your years
Eyes alight with tales to share
We'd talk about your travels
While we passed away the hours
Sipping coffee and playing dominoes
And you'd say...
Don't get old like me
On the doorstep of memory
Until you head out on a journey
Of your own
Let the mountains, the canyons, the rivers
Bring you home
You would ask if I remembered
A fellow or a place
Showing off some old souvenirs
Though they happened long ago
Way before my time
I can only glimpse them in your tears
You had long since been retired
Lost the friends you had admired
Wondering where this time could be
I'd pass another cup
While you'd finish that one up
And we'd play "What if we win that lottery?"
And you'd say...
Don't get old like me
On the doorstep of memory
Until you head out on a journey
Of your own
Let the mountains, the canyons, the rivers
Bring you home
Now I'm tooling down that road
Where I promised I would go
In my worn out, rattling motor coach
The open road ahead
My thoughts drift far behind
Wishing you were traveling with me
And when my face is lined
My adventures far behind
Left with stories and faded photographs
Though I won't have far to go
In my heart I'll know
I owe it all to the shadow that you cast
And I'll say...
Don't get old like me
On the doorstep of memory
Until you head out on a journey
Of your own
Let the mountains, the canyons, the rivers
Bring you...
Don't get old like me
On the doorstep of memory
Until you head out on a journey
Of your own
Let the mountains, the canyons, the rivers
Bring you
Home
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Cancelled Stamps Baltimore, Maryland
We are a Baltimore based original band. With a love of 90s rock, 80s new wave, singer/songwriters, and a modern edge, we've created a sound all it's own
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