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Life Moves
02:51
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I wish I could blame the year that took you from me
Live a life in compartments but time doesn't agree
Doesn't ask for directions, not once gets lost on the way
Drive was just a verb to me, just a simple verb to me
This borrowed life, on borrowed time
No joy in treading on you
No love from the strong
No comfort in solitude
No hope in song
Drive was just a verb to me, just a simple verb to me
My destination is out of reach
Blinded by white on paper my pupils dilate
No room for empty voices
No love in hate
No pity left for myself
No time to waste
Drive was just a verb to me but that was yesterday
My words release me and I am free
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Tank Park Salute
03:39
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Kiss me goodnight and say my prayers
Leave the light on at the top of the stairs
Tell me the names of the stars up in the sky
A tree taps on the window pane
That feeling smothers me again
Daddy, is it true that we all have to die?
At the top of the stairs is darkness
At the top of the stairs is darkness
I closed my eyes and when I looked
Your name was in the memorial book
And what had become of all the things we planned
I accepted the commiserations
Of all your friends and your relations
But there's some things I still don't understand
You were so tall, how could you fall?
Some photographs of a summer's day
A little boy's lifetime away
Is all I've left of everything we've done
Like a pale moon in a sunny sky
Death gazes down as I pass by
To remind me that I'm but my father's son
I offer up to you, this tribute
I offer up to you, this tank park salute
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Started in 1995, Bridge Nine is a label that specializes in hardcore punk, with close to 300 recordings in our catalog. Check us out and keep an eye out for updates!
