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joe pajaree project
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Acoustic Rock
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A total of 1 users rated on average: 4.0 stars
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» highest in charts: # 27 (127,522 songs currently listed in Acoustic)
» highest in sub-genre: # 14 (18,955 songs currently listed in Acoustic > Acoustic Rock) » today's position: # 1288 in Acoustic
» today's position in sub-genre: # 243 in Acoustic Rock
» highest in sub-genre: # 14 (18,955 songs currently listed in Acoustic > Acoustic Rock) » today's position: # 1288 in Acoustic
» today's position in sub-genre: # 243 in Acoustic Rock
Lyrics
3:00 AM..
Staring at the walls.... wanting to scream
Oh no, no, no
Should I get up, sit down, go back to sleep
Everything I touch turns to shit, can’t live with this
Got to put you down, go on and get on with this
Me and Captain Tripps, gonna sail out to sea
Got to get back, come back Arcadian Fields
Little Danny spins dances on the TV
Oh no, no ,no.
All my family and friends, wonder what’s up, wrong with me
When I walk down the street cameras capture my soul
Oh no. no. no
Every woman I meet, has a price tag on their hole.
Me and Captain Tripps, gonna sail out to sea
Got to get back, come back Arcadian Fields.
Paparazzi they feed off of dead children’s souls
Oh no, no, no
Little Timmy smiles, masturbates on their souls
Father Thomas Prays, Prays for the World.
Asks for little boys, they can keep all the girls.
Me and Captain Tripps, gonna sail out to sea
Got to get back, come back Arcadian Fields
Staring at the walls.... wanting to scream
Oh no, no, no
Should I get up, sit down, go back to sleep
Everything I touch turns to shit, can’t live with this
Got to put you down, go on and get on with this
Me and Captain Tripps, gonna sail out to sea
Got to get back, come back Arcadian Fields
Little Danny spins dances on the TV
Oh no, no ,no.
All my family and friends, wonder what’s up, wrong with me
When I walk down the street cameras capture my soul
Oh no. no. no
Every woman I meet, has a price tag on their hole.
Me and Captain Tripps, gonna sail out to sea
Got to get back, come back Arcadian Fields.
Paparazzi they feed off of dead children’s souls
Oh no, no, no
Little Timmy smiles, masturbates on their souls
Father Thomas Prays, Prays for the World.
Asks for little boys, they can keep all the girls.
Me and Captain Tripps, gonna sail out to sea
Got to get back, come back Arcadian Fields