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Great Expectations
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Dedicated to those who can't control themselves beyond the better half of a minute
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Pop punk/ screamo genre, located in Bellingham, MA, these guys are wicked cool.
Our drummer, Rick, has left the band. As of now there is no MCH, and I can't say much for the future. However the 3 of us hope to do something musically. Feel free to continue checking out our music.
Song Info
Genre
Rock Punk
Charts
#32,276 today Peak #284
#3,289 in subgenre Peak #25
Author
MCH
Rights
Middle Class Hero, 2004
Uploaded
February 18, 2004
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MP3 3.3 MB 128 kbps 0:00
Story behind the song
The song was written from ideas from the book by Charles Dickens.. great expectations..
Lyrics
Why'd you say those things you said When you don't care what's in my head Shoot me now with this bullet of lead Please don't miss me when I am dead So move your hand up the middle of my chest And move it over, a little to the left Feel the heart that's now broken from you Rip it out, put it back, anything will do Place your hand in mine, writing love letters in the sand Let's take our sweet time, this chance won't ever come again I'd give you the world, so why push away from me? I won't call anymore, just answer this for me After hour's on, turn all the lights down low Sing a sullen song, go some place no one knows Put yourself to sleep, dream another dream Sleep like a baby, nothing's as it seems Let's walk on the beach, lie in each other's arms As long as we're so close, we'll never be so far Where did my luck go? I have no reason to wake Emotion's just a how, hold on, don't let me go I could've been all that you need I would've been your everything You made the choice to let yourself down I won't see you again, I won't be around So hold your breath and take the leap of fate Swallow your pride and face everything you hate Make my heart so it can never mend Please don't miss me when I am dead Why'd you say those things you said When you don't care what's in my head Shoot me now with this bullet of lead Please don't miss me when I am dead So move your hand up the middle of my chest And move it over, a little to the left Feel the heart that's now broken from you Rip it out, put it back, anything will do Put yourself to sleep Dream another dream Sleep like a baby Nothing's as it seems
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