Tide of Fate
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Riding in the back of a truck with no shell.
Trying hard to stay warm.
Trying to keep the bugs out of our mouths.
All that is still is me, you and the stars.
Nothing's moving.
Nothing's breathing.
Nothing's changing.
It's sorrow.
Nothing's ever gonna make me plan tomorrow.
I could sleep under skies if I'm back at work by Monday.
I could swim against the tide of fate if I'm back at work by Monday.
Trying to stay up all night.
Junk food. Bad coffee. Speeding all night.
Fast forward the VCR through the better parts of "Urgh! A Music War".
All that's left is me, you and the stars.
I could sleep my life away if I really didn't care.
When the going got rough they called my bluff.
When the light was just a glare.


Panama
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The Captain is crying at the helm,
While the crew sits and laughs.
His daughter is staring at the moon.
It's over at last.
The passengers don't say a word.
Old folks act like they hadn't heard.
Newlyweds in grey drink to the past.
Did you ever think that Cripple Creek,
Could be still at night?
A million broken stereos are stars in the sky.
The one think I will always hear, 
Is the constant ringing in my ears.
It reminds me of the stars in your eyes.
She was barely giving signs.
He was barely there on time
Please, I need something stronger than this wine.
A man, a plan, a canal, Panama.


Sorry, no words for Birthday...