Dreams

Dreams (The Campfire Sessions)

Sweet Symphony

Sweet Symphony (feat. Chris Stapleton)

Southern Curiosity

Don't Blink

Wine

**[Verse 1]**  
We grew up with screens lighting up our skies,  
Filters on faces, truth in disguise.  
They told us, “Dream big,” but they sold us fear,  
A world on fire, and we’re stuck right here.  

Scroll through the chaos, it’s all we’ve known,  
A million voices, but we feel alone.  
They say we’re fragile, but they don’t see,  
We’re carrying the weight of a world that won’t breathe.  

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**[Pre-Chorus]**  
What do I miss? Before I knew too much,  
When the world felt big, and hope was enough.  
Now it’s all noise, and the lines are blurred,  
But deep down, I still remember her.  

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**[Chorus]**  
I miss the way I used to see,  
Before the world got its hands on me.  
When dreams weren’t numbers, and love felt real,  
Before we learned how to numb what we feel.  
I miss the wonder, I miss the light,  
Before the truth kept me up at night.  
What do I miss? I miss belief,  
In a world that wasn’t built on grief.  

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**[Verse 2]**  
They call us lazy, but we’re just tired,  
Burning out young, chasing what’s required.  
Degrees for debt, jobs that don’t pay,  
They say, “Work harder,” but we’re wasting away.  

Climate’s breaking, oceans rise,  
We’re the ones left to apologize.  
They sold us a future that’s already gone,  
But we’re still here, and we’re holding on.  

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**[Pre-Chorus]**  
What do I miss? Before the masks we wear,  
When the world felt safe, and someone cared.  
Now it’s all fake, but I still believe,  
There’s something better we’re meant to achieve.  

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**[Chorus]**  
I miss the way I used to see,  
Before the world got its hands on me.  
When dreams weren’t numbers, and love felt real,  
Before we learned how to numb what we feel.  
I miss the wonder, I miss the light,  
Before the truth kept me up at night.  
What do I miss? I miss belief,  
In a world that wasn’t built on grief.  

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**[Bridge]**  
We’re not broken, we’re just awake,  
We see the cracks in the walls they make.  
We’re not fragile, we’re just aware,  
We want a world that’s actually fair.  

We don’t want fame, we don’t want gold,  
We just want stories that we can hold.  
A place to breathe, a chance to grow,  
A life that’s more than just a show.

What do I miss…

Wild Oceans Final MASTER (1) (1) (2)(3)

Halloween

Hollywood

When The Party's Over

When The Party's Over (Live)

Wine

Alex Lambert