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Bottle of Love
03:34
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Come get your lovesick bottles baby, take from my hand make it low.
You’re tired of waitin’ baby? You don’t have to take it slow.
Come get your champagne baby, you’re bottled wines can make you soft.
Get your bottled love, it’ll make your mind go aloft.
It can make your mind go aloft.
TAKE TAKE IT FROM ME, YEAH.
TAKE TAKE IT FROM ME.
TAKE TAKE IT FROM ME, YEAH.
You want some lovin’ baby, buy a bottle and let it all go down.
You want some grand illusion, it’s no secret it’s all over town.
No secret it’s all over town.
TAKE TAKE IT FROM ME, YEAH.
TAKE TAKE IT FROM ME.
TAKE TAKE IT FROM ME, YEAH.
YOU CAN GET YOUR BOTTLED LOVE IF YOU’RE LOOKIN’ AND YOU OPEN UP YOUR EYES.
HAD IT EVER SINCE YOU WERE BORN, BUT IT’S STARTIN’ TO FILL UP THE SKIES.
IT’S PRETTY CHEAP MY DEAR, YOU HAVEN’T HEARD HAVE YOU OPENED UP YOUR EARS.
IT’S WHAT LIFE’S ABOUT, GET YOURSELF YOUR OWN PACKAGED BOTTLE OF LOVE.
TAKE TAKE IT FROM ME, YEAH.
TAKE TAKE IT FROM ME.
TAKE TAME DOWN
TAKE TAKE IT FROM ME, YEAH.
TAKE TAKE IT FROM ME.
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2. |
Inside My Head
03:24
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You wanted to teach me how to be alone.
Well I am scared now, are you happy that I’m gone?
A smile doesn’t change a thing, but I hopin’ that it would.
A pretty face only lasts for so long, until you’re gone.
I should’ve run empty with the tears I cried for you,
but I stuck it through, became someone new and it’s all thanks to you.
But how come you’re still
inside my head? (4x). Inside my.
And this sad song turns around, did it knock a little dust off the shelf?
You left me cold & blind, how you bend the truth so no one lies.
Oh I am vulnerable to the heartache, to the mistakes.
Oh I am weak to say I should’ve left you anyway.
But how come you’re still
inside my head? (4x). Inside my...
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3. |
County Line
02:54
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On the county line (3x).
ON THE COUNTY LINE, WE COULD BRAWL.
ON THE COUNTY LINE, YOU COULD FALL.
ON THE COUNTY LINE, NO RESURRECTION.
ON THE COUNTY LINE, NO CONVICTION.
JUST DON’T GET YOUR BLOOD ON THE WALL.
ON THE COUNTY LINE, WE’LL BE TOGETHER.
ON THE COUNTY LINE, FOR FUCKIN’ EVER.
ON THE COUNTY LINE, IS WHERE I’LL BE.
ON THE COUNTY LINE, JUST YOU AND ME.
JUST DON’T GET YOUR BLOOD ON THE WALL.
ON THE COUNTY LINE, WE COULD BRAWL.
ON THE COUNTY LINE, YOU COULD FALL.
ON THE COUNTY LINE, NO RESURRECTION.
ON THE COUNTY LINE, NO CONVICTION.
JUST DON’T GET YOUR BLOOD ON THE WALL.
ON THE COUNTY LINE (9x).
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4. |
Outlaw
02:11
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Where’s my city & what’s my cause,
I got kicked out by a couple of dogs.
We always got time for the ones who feed us,
we never got time for the ones who fee.
Where’s my city & what’s my cause,
I got kicked out by a couple of dogs.
We always got time for the ones who feed us,
we never got time for the ones who feed us.
Where’s my party & what’s my price,
My legs got swapped with a plastic christ.
We always got time for the ones who feed us,
never got time for the ones who fee.
I FEEL LIKE AN OUTLAW (4x).
I FEEL LIKE AN OUTLAW (8x).
FUCK YOU AND YOUR BLUES JAM COVER BAND.
I CAN PLAY SOME SHIT THAT YOU CAN’T.
I DO LIKE THE WAY YOU WALK,
I JUST HATE YOUR SONGS.
I FEEL LIKE AN OUTLAW (8x).
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5. |
Miles & Miles
03:13
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Raincoats are boring, the storm is roaring but I can’t feel my nose.
Liquor is thicker, but drugs are quicker, but you already know
what makes me moan & curls my toes.
But I’ll bleed, I’ll bleed for miles & miles
& I’ll leave even more.
And I’ll bleed, I’ll bleed vials and vials,
but I’ll leave my gun at the door.
You’ve got diamonds on your stilettos
when poison’s on my brain.
I don’t what to burn, my coffin or your frame.
I shouldn’t but I’m gonna take double for the pain,
‘cause queens smoke marijuana, but whores snort cocaine.
AND I’LL BLEED, BLEED FOR MILES & MILES,
& I’LL LEAVE EVEN MORE.
AND I’LL BLEED, BLEED VIALS & VIALS,
BUT I’LL LEAVE MY GUN AT THE DOOR. (3x)
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6. |
July 18, 1963
03:44
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Not much for a pretty one,
but I came and saw
everything that you told me to want.
Never fuck for money
but don’t do it for free,
like it’s July 18th, 1963.
IF I CALLED YOU MINE IT WOULDN’T MAKE SENSE TO ANYONE,
BUT IF I BROUGHT YOU BY, IT WOULDN’T MATTER MUCH TO ME (2x)
IT WOULDN’T MATTER MUCH TO ME ‘CAUSE I’M LONELY.
Never pay your middle man,
he don’t work that hard.
Doin’ the same shit that everyone can top.
But never fuck for money
and never do it for free,
like it’s July 18th 1963.
IF I CALLED YOU MINE IT WOULDN’T MAKE SENSE TO ANYONE,
BUT IF I BROUGHT YOU BY, IT WOULDN’T MATTER MUCH TO ME (2x)
IT WOULDN’T MATTER MUCH TO ME ‘CAUSE I’M LONELY.
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7. |
Midlife Believin'
02:58
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Midlife believin’,
no thought as “too much to live”.
Been tired believin’,
nothing towards giving myself.
Softly wrapped in cellophane,
I can feel somewhat free.
Kinda calm when I see
the degradation of me.
GIVE ME A LITTLE ACID RAIN,
SOMETHING TO BURN AWAY THE PAIN.
GIVE ME A LITTLE ACID RAIN.
Midlife believin’. (x2)
GIVE ME A LITTLE ACID RAIN,
SOMETHING TO BURN AWAY THE PAIN.
GIVE ME A LITTLE ACID RAIN. (2x)
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8. |
Costly
02:53
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Oh my golly it must be costly
to settle inside those bones.
My pencil’s broken, it must be spoken,
leave your husbands & kids indoors.
Savin’ all her change for better days.
Wastin’ up her youth degradin’.
A telephone of pictures & broken scriptures
& a tattoo ‘cross my throat.
Holes in the wall & I can’t stand tall,
but I still hit every note.
Goin’ down softly & comin’ in spotty,
but my fingers are overlooked.
Winter’s gone, but it won’t be gone,
‘cause my schedule is overbooked.
Savin’ all her change for better days.
Wastin’ up her youth degradin’.
OH MY GOLLY, IT MUST BE COSTLY
TO SETTLE INSIDE THAT SKIN.
I’VE HAD A FEW MANY, BUT HARDLY PLENTY
& I’M WARMIN’ UP TO GIVIN’ IN.
OH MY GOLLY, IT MUST BE COSTLY
TO SETTLE INSIDE THOSE BONES.
MY PENCIL’S BROKEN IT MUST BE SPOKEN,
I THINK YOU’RE A FUCKIN’ WHORE. (2x)
I THINK YOU’RE A FUCKIN’ WHORE.
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9. |
Yell At Me
04:08
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A little girl broke his heart.
A little boy got lost in his own world.
Yell at me, tell me what I’ve done wrong. (2x)
An angel in my memory that stalks my dreams, so sad, it seems.
YELL AT ME, TELL ME WHAT I’VE DONE WRONG (2x)
A little girl broke his heart.
A little boy got lost in his own world.
YELL AT ME, TELL ME WHAT I’VE DONE WRONG (4x)
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Dustin Hays Wenatchee, Washington
Up & coming singer/songwriter from the Wenatchee Valley. Specializing in somber melodies with pop-friendly arrangements,
he's recently been claiming his own spot in the local music scene.
His first EP "Nightmare City" was released in November of 2016.
He also is the host of "Sounds of the Valley" on KORE FM Radio.
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