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Outta Here
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My life is a post war Duracell
running me into the ground
(can't seem to stop)
And I don't remember anything
(I'm just resting between
pills, pops and shots)
My life is a disguise
like the CIA
Never revealing the truth
(that's the truth)
Except for a t-shirt I found in old El Paso
saying my life ain't nothing but dirt
Post war post modern after everything
another gold rush
another body piercing
another day the music
wasn't allowed to sing
Looks like I'm running outta here
When i was a kid
I'd listen to the hum of the airplane
Flying out over my bed
Pretending to take my nap
I'd close my eyes like a trap
and dream I was sailing out the window
Looks like I'm running outta here
Looks like I'm running outta here
My life is a page out of
The great American novel
the one that ain't been written down
so you ain't gonna find it
at your local Barnes and Noble
but maybe if you catch that train across town
Post war post modern after everything
Another gold rush
another body piercing
another day the music
wasn't allowed to sing
Looks like I'm running outta here
Looks like I'm running outta here.
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Lyrics Credits: Tim Young
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Music Credits: Tim Young
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Producer Credits: Tim Young, George Grant
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Publisher Credits: Tim Young
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Performance Credits: Tim Young
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Label Credits: Not Fade Away
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Short Song Description:
Nothing is too bad because you can run away
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Story Behind the Song:
sometimes making adjustments in life is a drag. this is about that and it not getting me down
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Song Length: 3:07
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Primary Genre: Rock-Roots/Rock n' Roll
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Secondary Genre: -
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Tempo: Medium Fast (131 - 150)
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Lead Vocal: Male Vocal
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Subject Matter 1: Life
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Language: English
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Era: 2000 and later
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