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Up On High
02:22
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There’s a lot at stake
We deserve the things you need
And I’ve got the shakes
And a prescription to this greed
It’s hard to let go
But lonely at the top
And It’s starting to get cold
I don’t think that I can stop
The wind from blowing
Your struggle is my vice
Tune in
When you speak up we’ll speak out
It’ll never end
I’ve got the means to cast a doubt
On your fucking entitlements
The nerve of you to shout
Just take the inch
The revolution that you tout
Is growing old
Your struggle is my vice
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True Joy
04:09
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I try to say something of interest
But the attempt to make a mark is all that comes to mind
I’ve got debts and they’re racking interest
I can’t keep paying down these vultures with borrowed time
Batten down the hatches
It can take an inch to walk a mile
Don’t strike all your matches
Settle down, muster up a smile
It’s gonna be a while
The call it is persistent
The world keeps on insisting this is hard to find
I’m always asking her “is this it?”
Nobody ever dreamt of giving in at 25
Curb that cold perspective
Straighten up, a momentary drought
True joy is elected
You’re holding all the cards, and dealing all the doubt
Find your way back out
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Appalachia
04:14
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Ol’ Bills standing behind enemy lines
There’s been a lot of bad since they closed the mines
Blanket of silence falls over Appalachia
This town used to come to life at night
Can’t feed your kids, you’re gonna feed your vice
Letter said “no work where the sun don’t shine”
Blanket of silence falls over Appalachia
Not sure the work’s coming back this time
Been calling out since I smelled the embers
I’ve been singing this song what seems like forever
Blanket of silence falls over Appalachia
They always tell a pretty promise come November
Ol’ Bill’s standing behind enemy lines
It wears em’ thin to swallow all this pride
Blanket of silence falls over Appalachia
Might just swallow a pill or two instead this time
They put you out to pasture, not another dime
Close the book on this chapter, find another life
Blanket of silence falls over Appalachia
I’ve been wasting down here going out my mind
Blanket of silence falls over Appalachia
These mountains call me home and I call them mine
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