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Dyin' Alone
04:02
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Dyin' Alone
c. '20 Vlayman
Just a little blood, wipe my mouth if you please
It was only 6 days ago, I was first down on my knees
I can't eat, and soon I won't breathe
Fading fast, have mercy on me
CH:
Here I am
And I ain't home
I won't be long, tho'
In my dyin' alone
Look at the TV news, give you the blues
That he was a doosh, I always knew
That you you thought he was good
Became your reason to live
I'm a-tell ya baby I can never forgive
CH:
And them that was late, and them that held back
Was the ones I blame, for the hearts they lack
And them that laughed, will soon enuff cry
They bought all the bullshit, must now admit what they deny
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Sick as yer Secrets
05:19
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Sick as Yer Secrets
c. '20 Vlayman
You been keepin' things from yer family
You been keepin' things fom yer friends
It ain' like I really mind none
You'll tell me all, I know, in the end
You keep yer sweet mouth closed
You keep yer fingers to yer painted lips
whatever you think is broken in you
Baby, I got the fix
CH:
Yer only sick as yer secrets
That's sompin' I know for sure
Yer only sick as yer secrets
And baby, I gots yer cure
I amember the first time
I ever seen you
Standin' in the shadows
at the back of the room
I was happy, so happy
just to be with you
Even was you afraid we got there too soon
CH
You keep yer sweet mouth closed
You keep yer fingers to yer painted lips
whatever you think is broken in you
Baby, I got the fix
CH
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My Favorite Part
03:34
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My Favorite Part
c. '20 Vlayman
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I don't know what is the matter with ya, girl
I feel like you never gave us a chance
It's kinda like you was just killin' time
Because you wanted to dance
And I ain't sure about what yer friends said you want
They promised me I could stay in your life
If I only gave you everything you couldn't ask for
If I gave you my heart
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And yer mama, she felt sorry for me
Tho'she always took my call
But sympathy ain't enough, you see
It ain't ain't enough at all
CH:
My Favorite Part is Goodbye 2x
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I don't knowed what was the matter with ya, girl
And I know ya loved to dance
But it's kinda like you was just killin' time
And now ya lost yer chance
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Hell Is Empty
04:16
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Hell Is Empty
c. '10 Vlayman
Well, Hell is empty,
There ain't no one left
Yeah, well, Hell is empty
There ain't no one left
Sittin' over there In spittin' distance
is Death
Death
Hell is empty and all the Devils is here
Hell is empty and all the Devils is here
Oh, You know there ain't
A lot to pay for
Oh, You know there ain't
a lot to pray for
There ain't no one left
and in spittin' distance
is Death
Death
Hell is empty and all the Devils is here
Hell is empty and all the Devils is here
Well, hell is empty and all the Devils is here
Yeah, h qell is empty and all the Devils is here
Hell is empty
Well, Hell is empty 3x
And sittin' over there
is Death
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Too Much to Ask
04:04
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Too Much to Ask
c. '20 Vlayman
I feel like I been drivin' in the wrong lane
I been sweatin' in the rain
I feel like I can't feel my pain
And here it comes again
I feel like I been singled out to hang
I been lax in my prayin
I'm jes' sayin
I feel like I'm insane
I just wanna ask
Is that too much to ask?
I just wanna ask to understand
Is that too much to ask?
I think that you know that
I can't think so well
I know that you know that
I'm goin' thru hell
It doesn't fit at all
It does't fit
And I don't give a shit
At all
I don't care
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Vlayman Chicago, Illinois
Fat, bald and old - could I be anymo' rock-n-roll?
I play guitar, bass, some keys and percussion, and I try to
vocalize. I write and record, and I do so obsessively. Also, I like martoonies, a lot, and I raise my kids, whom I also like, a lot.
Look for me at the TapeOp and TalkBass forums, where I'm vvv, or in various bars in the Loop.
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