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Pulley Esteem Driven Engine

why every time when something hurts someone always comes up and wants to make it worse? i'll never make the cover of a rolling stone, but at least i

for what it's worth, i've walked miles and i've seen the sun go down. played my share of dues, yet you still want to put me down.. started on the bottom

i wake, it's empty, my nights are alone, the cold sweats will stay here for hours and hours. my mind it grows weak, no rest that i'm getting. i can't

far is far from my expectations. it's getting lonely in this parking lot of life. i guess my punishment is my salvation, i wish i could find a way to roam. driving

this is it, my one shot at the big time, better make it count, stand up and be heard, cause i know if the radio plays this song all the kids will buy

wanted excuses, they gave you excuses. the pressure got stronger, inside you grew warmer, the calender boiled, time just ticked away for you. now you

he was a silver tongue devil, standing there waiting for a ride, looking for a one way out of this town and you know i couldn't let him down. so i asked