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Side Effects
03:00
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The music was just a side effect of all the things we were doing
I'd clap my hands, we'd sing our songs all night
There's no place that I'd rather be, no other place we could be
Another night we'll talk about all these other things
Just tied up thoughts but we got new songs to sing
The morning sunrise always comes too soon
When lingering minds tell me not to look in mirrors
It's almost time so we gotta stop for now
But it's okay cause' I'll be back for you
Yeah, "the good times we're killing me"
Everyone's seen it, some had been honest, some had even been sweet
It's high time that I take it up with my King
It's high time we talked about everything
Sometimes we fall just to be who we were made to be
I believe that, (I believe) we sink or we see
And the one's that were closest were never given a fair shot
When all they ever wanted was a part of me
All we ever wanted was a part of me
The music was just a side effect of all the things we were doing..
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Hindsight
03:53
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She Caught a glimpse of me hindsight
looking like a deer in the headlights
treat yourself, train yourself, til' habit
choice was made before we knew better
Denny's done dug his ditch
I'm about to bury him in it - for kicks
through your eyes you try
try to tell me what I'll see in hindsight
It's true, It's all in your mind
It's not me, it's not you
It's all in your mind
box it up broken, wrapped bright and new
we'll laugh and drop it in the trauma trap
Back me up when I'm right - in hindsight
If I'm eve right I know you will
is it trauma, tragedy, what's keeping you?
did you think that you could try it all too?
Even the things you said you'd never do
Fred fears to break the pattern
he knows it's not right
I tried to tell him what he'll see in hindsight
It's true, It's all in your mind
It's not me, it's not you
It's all in your mind
box it up broken, wrapped bright and new
we'll laugh and drop it in the trauma trap
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Wait just a minute
I don't think that's the way it goes
But it's hard to understand
If I had a plan I would have changed it
Leave the car behind
And I didn't want to break it to you
But James, he broke it
He was mad and he was drunk
And he's upstairs with your girl
Everything waves it's hands
Understand that I can't always understand
And it rarely makes any sense
I still love my pretty dreams
And it's not a sad tune
Cause' bad songs are for bad people
So give me those rhythm and blues
Cause' I'm bad, yeah I know I'm bad
Everything waves it's hands
Understand that I can't always understand
And it rarely makes any sense
I still love my pretty dreams
Is that you Suzanne, singing your songs to me?
Is that you Suzanne, singing right back to me?
Everything waves it's hands
Understand that I can't always understand
And it rarely makes any sense
I still love my pretty dreams
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Oskar Baldwin Fayetteville, Georgia
Oskar Baldwin is a character created by Brian Rogers. Songs are generally written, recorded and then unfortunately rarely played again. Oskar Baldwin has never been performed live. Oskar Baldwin was started in 2001 by Brian Rogers along with Little Shiny Disc Recordings with the help of long time writing, recording accomplice and close friend, Matt Williams. ... more
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