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Drive
02:29
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Drive
1000 miles of tarmac that lays in front of me
cruising down the roads at 60 no place id rather be
favourite songs playing on the radio
a full tank of fuel and were ready to go
leaving this town with the one thing i know
that every single sign heads home
By now I’m miles away
from everything that i have ever known
searching for something I would do anything
to call this road my own
Looking in the rear view of the town i left behind
fades into the distance as i proceed to drive
favourite songs playing on the radio
a full tank of fuel and were ready to go
leaving this town with the one thing i know
that every single sign heads home
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2. |
Hard To Believe
03:57
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Hard To Believe
I’ll take the time to reflect on everything that we did
I won’t feel the same, feel the same as I did
I don’t think that I can make this to the end
I don’t feel the same
But I can confess (I can confess)
That this is, this is such a mess
But I will take this time to see
how I really feel
We know, we know, we know
that we can do this all night long
we know, we know, we know
That we will do this again and again
You make it hard to believe in everything we had
You fell so hard, much harder than I did
I don’t think that I can make this to the end
I don’t feel the same
But I can confess (I can confess)
That this is, this is such a mess
But I will take this time to see
how I really feel
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3. |
Coming Home
03:28
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Coming Home
Im coming home with everything that I have lost
I needed something to call my own
The seasons past and everyone i’ve ever known
have packed and left for a different place
We finally grew apart and moved away
Escaped the times, but i’ll be back some day
You can choose what stays and fades, they say
It’s been so long, but ill be back again
You are living your life so far from home
But where do you sleep when the lights are off?
When you have all of these reasons and all of these dreams
Then why are you waiting for anything?
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4. |
Back In Time
03:33
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Back In Time
How did I end up here?
after everything
after all these years
of losing sleep and pointless fighting
Im down
I pick myself back up
I'm climbing to the top
I'm gaining speed
To stop from falling back down
But this is where I choose to go
I will not forget all the things that i know
Back in time, back in time
going back to see where I went wrong
Back in time, back in time
going back to see where I belong
And now I’m coming home
after everything
after all these years
of running round to escape these nightmares
I’m done
I pick myself back up
I'm climbing to the top
I'm gaining speed
To stop from falling back down
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5. |
I Know
04:16
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I Know
I know that I'm stuck in this
It pulled me underground
Something that I don't believe is true
It's happened to me
Thinking about the years I spent alone
Im hiding in the shadows waiting here. I'm waiting to find my way
You said that you could end this all
But I know I can’t play your games
I'm not afraid
It's happened again
I'll leave this place
In search of something
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Breaking Sirens Norfolk, UK
Acoustic Punk/Rock duo from Norfolk UK. Hugely influenced by the Chicago/Philly punk scene!
Tim - Vocals & Acoustic
Mark - Vocals & Acoustic
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