Five Eight

Five Eight - Off Season lyrics

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Chessboard maps aggressive snaps the sneaking feeling
A board game wanes army of cells genetic codes all hope
An angry son flails at no one and pain is all around
I?m not alone, I?m not alone, I?m not alone
Let this fearless feeling carry
I?m not alone, I?m not alone, I?m not alone
Let this fearless feeling carry
Trip to the shore beach cabin calls
But it?s off season soft breezes that barely lift the spirit
In a wheel chair brave and bare
In a green room the wall close in on our tears
The dreaming of healing
The fishing boat flips us out and she begins to shout
What kind of vacation is this with you so sick
In place of these well we?ve agreed to not be something
It?s called a sulk try to bulk up and buck up son
A pat on the back your brand new cap
To cover up your skull
I?m not alone, I?m not alone, I?m not alone
Let this fearless feeling carry
I?m not alone, I?m not alone, I?m not alone
Let this fearless feeling carry?
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Author: ?

Composer: ?

Publisher: Deep Elm Records

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Released in: 2000

Language: English

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