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We're Here And There
03:09
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Birth Trauma
06:00
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Friends In Hell
06:54
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Oh, dear, show me the long way home. I couldn't stand to be there. It's where I feel most alone. So let's take our time, now don't be scared. And maybe, we'll visit friends in Hell. I got some stories to share. I think they'll be amazed but I can't promise they won't keep me there. Screaming, this can't be happening! No, it's not. It's just a bad dream. So, tell me, do you know what torture is, or how it feels to be burned? I do, because although I have searched, nothing can save me, that's what I have learned. So please, show me the dark tonight. Because it's finally my turn and after all that light, if that's what you call it, it's what I deserve.
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Winter Blues
04:19
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Wool And Water
02:42
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Orange Light
05:37
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Twisted angel, dries her eyes. Orange light is fading to open the sky. Let's lay down, dear. You'll be fine. There's nothing to fear. You and I can sleep. My angel, sleep. Twisted angel opens her wrists. Orange light is fading. We were kids, going nowhere, still we'd drive. The desert is loving. Now our blood dries as we sleep. My angel. Lost in reverie.
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Lethe
03:03
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Sangria
07:21
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Pack your bags Sweetest, we leave the moment day light crowns that hill. Kiss your folks goodbye or leave them with a note bidding farewell. Wish your friends the luck and love and life you think that they deserve. Go on, cry tonight because when dawn arrives our heads will ring with laughter. I just can't stay any longer, or yield to your father. Oh, you want it too. You know you do. Now we can't stay sober tonight, so lets drink to our new lives and forget our pasts. Heres to whatever we may find and to those we leave behind. Oh sweet sangria. Wave goodbye.
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In God's Crosshairs
05:43
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Medicine
03:45
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Home around five. Take my medicine and its off to bed and work again. Each time I find, I need more medicine to get me high and well sustained. Im not addicted, I just the healing. So I'm playing this game, its get more and more absurd by the day. Singing take me away, and give me something pure, something that will kill the pain. Saturday night, Im on my medicine and off in my head again. Wasting my mind, drowning in medicine as I'm losing touch with all my friends. Im not addicted. I just always give in. So i repeat these lines as i verge upon my fears all the time. And Death's swinging scythe seems more like a cure and comes closer to claiming my life. Wasting my time over medicine and I'm losing myself again.
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Torchlight Parades Akron, Ohio
Formed in 2008, Torchlight Parades began as a studio side project and a way for longtime friends Matthew Morrison and Darron Ball to collaborate and share ideas. As their songwriting began to develop, they recruited bassist Corey Stoffer and drummer Nicholas McCabe and began working on songs for a full length record. Their debut album "Catatonia" will be released in the summer of 2012. ... more
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