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Last night was the last straw, maybe
She just lost control
Bruises and kisses, baby
The former takes its toll
She's made up her mind now, honey
She has got to go
Shot him down and took his money
Let him bleed out slow
Now she's on the run
With her hand upon his gun
And if you see her coming
Maybe hide behind something
The deputy's wife has finally had enough
Good ol' boys, the law in this town
But they don't mind their own
The blindest eyes to what went down
They'll reap what they have sown
They're on her trail, they're on the hunt
Their error becomes clear
One by one, put them to the gun
Now she's the law 'round here
Now they're on the run
By their own hand undone
They would have seen it coming
If they weren't so busy seeing nothing
The deputy's wife is out for blood
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Another Day
04:51
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She’s surrounded by the crowd
And she’s never felt more alone
They give strained condolences
She responds in measured tones
And their words become a hum
And the hum becomes a drone
And the drone becomes unbearable
Though she never lets them know
Someday, maybe, she’ll be fine
But for now there’s only rage
She would burn the whole thing down
Just for another day
The years go by, the drone remains
Compels her to take the blame
But the name that scars upon her arm
Wards off the guilt and shame
People say they understand
She just smiles and walks away
Meant well, or for appearances
She’d burn them all the same
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The Tide
03:41
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Letter in my inbox from my boss
Saying happiness is just a choice
Easy to say when you make 200 k
But I’ve got pills that tell me the same thing
One day
The tide is gonna swallow me
One day
Is one day more than I can take
One day
The tide is gonna swallow me
One day
Another chance for me to break
Family doesn’t want to make amends
Friends all say they only want what’s best
But they don’t even know me anymore
Their lack of understanding, such a bore
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Jerry was a straight-laced
Well-to-do god-fearing motherfucker
Big man at CPAC
Disowned kids and secret lovers
Then one day, his mistress gave him
Something nice that made him placid
Little did he know, that sneaky minx
Gave him a tab of acid
Finally, Jerry saw
The hate inside his heart
How it poisoned everything he touched
His marriage on the skids
A bastard to his kids
And don’t forget the world he fucked up
Jerry had the secrets of the universe
Revealed to him
Dove into a clear, blue pool
With lanes of knowledge yet to swim
Love filled his being
And he felt a profound empathy
Then a great wave rose up
Carried him back to reality
And Jerry could have changed
But what would he have gained
Other than fulfilment and some pride?
He kept being a dick
He lost his wife and kids
They’re counting down the days until he dies
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The Promise
06:27
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Make time
When you can’t take time
Please just don’t waste mine
We’ve got so little left
Trust me
There’s no need to impress me
The love when you address me
The love I’ve always kept
Too long
I hate it when you’re gone
Don’t tell me to move on
We aren’t done just yet
Nowhere
To go but I roam there
I’ll make us a home there
I won’t let you forget
There’s a promise I made
On your worst day of your life
There’s a promise I made
And I’ll hold it for all time
Steady
Come home when you’re ready
I know that you’re dreading
The hurt you left behind
It’s better
If we mend it together
We’ll take on whatever
Worries that we find
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Judgmental Reinhold Connecticut
Judgmental Reinhold is garage rock, but recorded in a small room, in a medium-sized apartment, by someone who sounds like maybe they’ve never played outside of that garage/small room, or perhaps a basement, where they practice infrequently. Like an alternate-timeline Jeff Tweedy who never really tried, except they're trying their best. ... more
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