SOTD: Crazy Heart
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your body aches
playin’ your guitar, sweatin’ out the hate
the days and the nights all feel the same
your heart’s on the loose
you rolled them sevens with nothin’ to lose
this ain’t no place for the weary kind
this ain’t no place for the weary kind
this ain’t no place to lose your mind
this ain’t no place to fall behind
pick up your crazy heart and give it one more try
SOTD: Grateful Dead
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Yeah we’re locked up in ideas
We like to label everything
Well I’m just gonna do here what I gotta do here
‘Cause I gotta keep myself free
You’re ducking and moving just to hide your bruising from all your enemies
And I’m in the crossfire dodging bullets from you expectancies
We’ve got nothing to lose
You better run and hide
Yeah you’ve crossed the line
I’ve got a knife behind my back, just sayin’
We’ve got nothing to prove
Your social guides give you swollen eyes
But what I’ve got can’t be bought so you can just call it what you want
I said just call it what you want
You’ve taken your words and you take your judgments
And stick them onto everything
If it don’t conform to what you were born into
Then you run the other way
You say, “Now, what’s your style and who do you listen to?” Who cares?
Well that rat race ladder-climbing fake-face smile’s got nothing on me
We’ve got nothing to lose
You better run and hide
Yeah you’ve crossed the line
I’ve got a knife behind my back, just sayin’
We’ve got nothing to prove
Your social guides give you swollen eyes
But what I’ve got can’t be bought so you can just call it what you want
I said just call it what you want
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