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They Cannot Kill Me

from Fred Oakman and Fleets Split Record by Fred Oakman

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Music, and lyrics written by Fred Oakman (WEEKENDS). Recorded, and mixed by Fred Oakman. Mastered by Troy Messerall

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It's a long road west when you're this far east. Now I know what will and will never be. You know I've got a promise and it sits out by the sea. Some nights it gets heavy, most times it's always tough. This head's been busted far too many times to fix it up. The asphalt used to know my name by heart. The asphalt used to tear my life apart. Kept it quiet in the daylight still I hear it in the dark. Some nights it get's lonely, most days I fight the cold. A habit's only habit when it starts to get old. It's a long road up when you're this beat down. Picked up a thing or two on the other side of town. It makes it less intrusive if you promise not to tell. It's nights I wish I didn't when I'm lucky that I did. Sometimes it's more convincing to convince them with a grin. They try so hard they cannot kill me. Let the alarms sound, let them keep on trying. I had my hopes up, you lit my let downs. I hit some new lows, I lost some old ground, I do it so well. If I could grow wings I'd have done it long ago. And if life came easy it would have come by now you know. I had my hopes up, you lit my let downs. I hit some new lows, I do it so well, I do it so well.I trace my love straight across your palm. This love, it won't stop for anyone. It's always just a hope in which we keep these waters calm. Today I'm feeling restless, tomorrow I'll feel dead. The morning often greets me with a pounding in my head. I'm torn between the now and then. Regrets not knowing what I could have been. I'd hate to see you start back up to suffer in the end. You know I'd love to promise that I'll always be alright, but tim will always rise and drop the dog with all the fight.

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from Fred Oakman and Fleets Split Record, released May 16, 2009
Music, and lyrics written by Fred Oakman (WEEKENDS). Recorded, and mixed by Fred Oakman. Mastered by Troy Messerall

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