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Every night when I go to bed, I step inside of my dream world
It's just a place I go inside my head, it's a place I let my soul roam free
I sleep and dream of rockunroll, I'm playing in my own rockunroll band
And you play there with me inside my band and it feels free inside
Everyone wants to be at our rockunroll show, standing room only in aisles and rows
Singing along with us to our rockunroll songs and if this is wrong I don't wanna know
Someone streams it all from their mobile phone for all the people quarantined at home
Soon everyone will push their screens up to the air and the world is there, the world is there
Some say the cover charge it costs too much, some say it's been ten years since we lost our touch
Some say it's way too loud, they stick fingers in their ears but one thing's clear, one thing is clear
Some say the world would all be better off today if we had all blown up in a fiery crash one night
It some ways they are probably right, we should have driven off for one last good night
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Settling
09:13
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Are you settling down?
Did the stakes get too high?
Are you settling down now?
Is there too much to lose this time?
Did you ever think you'd end up here?
Yes, I'm settling down now.
I guess the stakes got too high.
Yes I'm settling down now.
I've got too much to lose this time.
No, I never thought I'd end up here.
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Addenda To the Sun
07:33
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Before the sun was born, there stretched eternal void
Everything was nothing, or so it seemed
At first there was a spark, a light beneath the dark
A breath of life, of possibility
Cast from fire, addenda to the sun
From millions down to one, the infinite was summed
From ages past the tale was handed down
It told us of the Word and the Daughter of the Sword
Who forged anew the image of Her soul
All to one, addenda to the sun
And with her heart she wove a billion strands of gold
A tapestry both delicate and strong
Until an orb was formed, within the globe was warmed
And set adrift to circle around the sun
Spun from gold, addenda to the sun
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Uvalde
10:07
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This is the last time I will ever kiss your face
A lifetime of kisses compressed in one embrace
How could I know this at the time?
The scene circles backwards and unwinds
This is the last time I will hold your hand in mine
Time after time after time, the scene repeats
Trapped in a lifetime that never feels complete
Wheels within wheels, we are crushed beneath the wheels
Fear for the love that never ends
This is the last time I will ever hear your voice
No words will be spoken, no whispered last goodbye
We had a lot more left to say
Rewind the tape, unpause and play
This is the last time I will ever touch your face
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Anais (reprise)
02:17
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Friendswood
09:35
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I'm not afraid anymore
I'm not afraid to be loved
If I don't love myself how can anybody else?
I'm not afraid to be loved
I'm not afraid anymore
I'm not afraid to lose control
I'm ready to play that part, surrender all my heart
I'm not afraid to be loved
And I owe that to you
You know that it's true
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In 2008 Atarimatt, Kelly Menace, and Wonko Zuckerberg started a record label to release stuff by Bryan/College Station bands. 90+ releases later, SHTI has released CD's, cassettes, vinyl records, and online exclusives for bands all across the world.
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