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Just A Fuckin' Demo

by Drunk Dial

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1.
I'm growing tired of always getting hurt Just down on my luck, kicking the fuckin' dirt And you said you're sorry, and you regret it I'm over it, you can take all the credit For the way you played it, I'm so sick of the same shit I guess I just didn't have the guts to say it Burning bridges, ending friendships Once again I'll make the long walk home Apologies unaccapted I don't need you, I'd rather be alone And we'll talk when your sober I'm not beating myself up over it Cos I've done nothing wrong Except for wasting my time writing this fucking song And the more I'm thinking, the more my gut is sinking The more I start drinking and it gets harder to pick my head up Options weighing, hairs greying I'm just saying what's the point of staying? I've had it, I don't regret it You made your bed ... now get in it Burning bridges, ending friendships Once again I'll make the long walk home Apologies unaccapted I don't need you, I'd rather be alone
2.
Coffins 03:26
Lately life's been hectic When I feel like all I do is wreck shit Waking up in blood and piss I don't think anyone should ever feel like this Lately I've been waking up Covered in sweat on a dirty mattress Alone in the back of the van 'Cos lately that's the only place that I fit in... We may be down, but we're not broken yet They keep saying that I'm never make it They keep saying that I'm never gonna get it right But this fucking town ain't nothing but a coffin And as much as I hate it I hate to say that I'm never gonna leave here alone Blame all my vices and mistakes I don't give I just take But maybe it's myself I hate Man, I've got nothin' left to lose Everything I do I blame on you 'Cos I'm gonna be alone anyways... They keep sayin' that I'm never gonna get it right And I swear I'm gonna get it right... We may be down, but we're not broken yet They keep saying that I'm never make it They keep saying that I'm never gonna get it right But this fucking town ain't nothing but a coffin And as much as I hate it I hate to say that I'm never gonna leave here alone
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Sore Feet 03:30
Recollecting thoughts and sifting through old letters Remember back to when leaving town was all I needed But no one writes letters anymore And my pack is worn and my feet are sore Thinkin' back to when we were young and reckless Catchin' out of our hometown Get high just to watch the sunrise The times that seemed like nothing mattered We would get drunk and talk for hours So sick of reading between the lines Don't wanna live - don't wanna die It's safe to say that nothing matters Don't wanna mend these broken seams I'd rather see the ashes of my dreams And I hate to say I'm right but nothing matters And four years later under that same bridge Catchin' out westbound Straight from the Pig's Eye Yard Straight to the back of a pig's car Well, at least we got this far... So sick of readin' between the lines Don't wanna live - Don't wanna die
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I've been crushin' cans off West Grand Sittin' by the tracks thinking about six years back To the phone call I got late that night I didn't pick up - and you took your life And we'd never speak again If I had only known that then But one man's escape is another's means to an end Winsted, Connecticut I love it 'cos that's where we met - but god, that place is shit And I still can't believe some of those things we did Young, dumb and full of cum I don't regret anything Back home at Ed's house in Torrington I guess that's really where it all began The summer of '04 Things will never be like that again And drinkin' by the tracks When we broke into the abandoned Amtrak I got my face kicked in and you had my back Dover, New Hampshire The Brickhouse Pub God, that place fucking sucked And you said ... Fuck it! Let's go make a mess outta this town

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Recorded by Justin Brown at Expression College. Released on 100 press of cassette.

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released January 1, 2013

TFO - Guitar/Vox
Mcgee - Guitar/Vox
Jim - Drums/Vox
Chris - Bass

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