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Shanghai White Oak Tree
02:17
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Small sliver of moon
Up above Hangzhou
I'm dwarfed by the buildings
In their neon glow
Guard up at all times
Split when trouble shows
When I got nowhere to run to
Where will I go?
The money's coming in
Its 2003
I look for cover
Beneath a Shanghai white oak tree
Guard up at all times
In the shadow of the Bund
Theres so many exits
But nowhere to run
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2. |
Spit in my Eye
02:12
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Sense of loss so real that it feels like a blow
Fist to my face when I think about what happened
All of his here hiding out from the compound because the truth don't set us free
You spit in my eye
But he was too far gone when you found him in the allow
Feel like a chalk outline where a body used to be
All of his here hiding out from the compound
Still watching my back every step that I take
All of us here hiding out from the compound because the truth...
You spit in my eye
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3. |
Burning Pt. 2
02:29
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Clair came in breathing fire for the first time in months
She's be out there in Montana underneath a true believer sun
Told us all about the end of days
Said it all got sketchy when they said she had to pay
Now she's back, get her head in the game
The boys are back in town but the town just ain't the same
Thats when she got down to the matter at hand
Said she a plan to put some money in our hands
Took a little while to get into it
Crossed a couple lines just thinking 'bout it
But she said she's got it good
Just to make it understood
She looked at me and said "do you wanna make some money kid?
Yeah do you wanna make some money kid"
Cause I've been in a daze for days
But I still no when to wakeup for a call that pays
So if you're asking if I'm crazy enough to do it, well?
Took a little while to get into it
Crossed a couple lines just thinking 'bout it
But she made it understood that she's got it worked out good
And I'm backed in a corner
Working for my money but my money brings me down
Now you're acting like a tough guy, what you gonna now?
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4. |
Paoli in the Foothills
06:11
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Last set foot on this soil
17 years ago
Come back to find
A revolution you don't know
All those years in London
banquet drinks held aloft
Disadvantage of living
Growing old but now growing soft
Out in the foothills
You still keep 'em on their toes
Armored and ready
Corsica below
Spit at an emperor
When he's just a young man
Now you're too far gone
To see you backed the wrong plan
And those ideals of freedom
They all melt away
Defend old oppressions
'till your dying day
Out in the foothills
You still keep 'em on their toes
Armored and ready
Corsica below
Out in the foothills
All raring to go
Armored and ready
Corsica below
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