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Tiny Particles Vs. Tiny Cracks
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HOOK FILLED ROCK WITH A TOUCH OF EXPERMINETAL AMBIENCE.
Once a 4 piece band, once a 5 piece band, now a one man studio project by songwriter Patrick Drury. Sounds like: Regret with the volume turned up to 11. The worst parts of all the best bands you've ever heard. The soundtrack to your everyday life. Take a peaceful day at the park and completely bottle it up in a spraycan and write it as loud and messy as humanly possible.
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Genre
Rock • Rock n Roll
Charts
Peak #1,239
Peak in subgenre #103
Author
Patrick Drury and Everlikeme
Rights
2008
Uploaded
July 27, 2008
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MP3 3.5 MB • 128 kbps • 3:48
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(VERSE) i can feel this disconnect that's grown into our lives and even though we are the founders there's only silence left behind we raised an army made of words that cut like knives to slice through every indiscretion and every secret left to hide (CHORUS) we owned the night we owned the night when wreckless hearts beat out of time we always knew we'd never make it out alive (we never cared) we owned the night we owned the night the clocks have all run out of time we always knew we'd never make it out alive (verse) we have raised these monuments but cracks have formed through time and now the tiniest of particles have worked there way inside and worked against the hands the sweat, the blood, the time the legacy, we might have left comes crashing to the ground while we are fast asleep (CHORUS) we owned the night we owned the night when wreckless hearts beat out of time we always knew we'd never make it out alive we owned the night we owned the night the clocks have all run out of time we always knew we'd never make it out alive (bridge) we speak in whispers the walls are thin and with secrets like these how can you be sure, we speak in whispers the walls are thin and with secrets like these how can you be sure, we speak in whispers the walls are thin and with secrets like these how can you be sure, (CHORUS) we owned the night we owned the night when wreckless hearts beat out of time we always knew we'd never make it out alive we owned the night we owned the night the clocks have all run out of time we always knew we'd never make it out alive
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