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Life is a nightmare that never ends
The world doesn't fight fair, better not pretend
Swimming upstream again, my patience wearing thin
Life is a nightmare that never ends

On the good days, I'm the nightmare's nightmare
On the bad days, the nightmare's alive
Nowhere to turn
Trembling inside

I'm all alone, struggling to breathe
Out on my own, drowning in my dreams
Some days I run, some days I fall
Some days I hold a fist to the sky and scream

I asked the gods for a dream, I received a nightmare
I searched the skies for a sign, I know I'm alone here
(I am so alone)
Life is hell with chaos in the air
(Love floats away)
And I'm falling off the edge

Life is a nightmare 'til the bitter end
The answer is right there, but you can't extend
Atrophied brainwaves to even comprehend
Life is a nightmare that never ends

Living in a nightmare
Living in a nightmare
Nightmare

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Life is a Nightmare

"Let Go For Love" is a single by Rare Americans released on October 19th, 2018
This is not mine, all credits go to Rare Americans

Credits:

Website: https://www.rareamericans.com/
Bandcamp: https://rareamericans.bandcamp.com/
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Let Go for Love

Let Go For Love

Rare Americans - Let Go for Love

The Devil's Bagel

Spare A Dime

Songs That Don't Belong

Fool's Gold

I created a full instrumented version for your listening pleasure 

The Human Centipede

Track 1 from my latest album "CROWLEY".  Now available for sale: https://rustycage.bandcamp.com/album/crowley-2

Bone To Pick

Track 3 from my latest album "CROWLEY". Now available for sale: rustycage.bandcamp.com/album/crowley-2

What They Said

Track 4 from my latest album "CROWLEY". Now available for sale: rustycage.bandcamp.com/album/crowley-2

Adipocere

Originals

Katyusha

I just stepped on a plane, my bags on the shelf
I find my seat in the middle and plan to keep to myself
The pilot comes on, says: "there's been a delay"
and I sigh, buckle up, and prepare for the wait
There's a middle aged woman on my right by the window
no ring on her finger, maybe divorced or widow?
She's drafting an email and from where I am seated
I can side-eye that shit, so of course I'm gon' read it.

it said:

Dear McCracken... this is already great
dude's got a pen pal and a killer last name
she opens with an inside joke and she's hoping
to set a casual tone, her words carefully chosen
she was sure that her week spent in Houston would drag
but then a face from her past quickly changed all of that
the trip was for business, she's used to the travel
but this time she's not ready to head back to Seattle

Dear McCracken, I'd rather be off this plane
I can't admit the half of it that I want to say
Do I pretend, do I push you away?
I'm jet-laggin mcCracken and I'll give you, I'll give you your space

I can tell by the abuse of the backspace key
there's a heart balanced on how her words are perceived
she's retyped that fourth paragraph four times
swinging the tone back and forth until she's so satisfied
that he knows that even though their paths have diverged
there's an air of regret but not enough to reverse
and I am stunned, there I sit, completely convinced
that once you grow old you stop dealing with this
the uncertain, the hurtin', the feelin like dirt when
things don't work out by the fall of the curtain
she hits send, powers off, and we're ready to go
and I am sad for the passion that McCracken, he might never know

Dear McCracken, I'd rather be off this plane
I can't admit the half of it that I want to say
Do I pretend, do I push you away?
I'm jet-laggin mcCracken and I'll give you, I'll give you your space

Dear McCracken, I'm keepin this on my chest
I've said a lot of things but none of them what I meant
Do I pretend, do I try to forget?
I'm jet-laggin mcCracken and I wish you, I wish you the best

and I thought, I thought by that age
our broken hearts had seen their worst
and I thought that kind of heartache
was meant for the young but we're never too old to hurt

and I thought, I thought by that age
our broken hearts had seen their worst
and I thought that kind of heartache
was meant for the young but we're never too old to hurt

I just stepped off a plane, I've got one regret
I know I'll never get closure or ever see how it ends
I won't know his answer, what happens between them
why she kept her cards so close even she couldn't see them
what gave her such pause when she so clearly wanted
to tell you all the emotions she tried so hard to bottle
and I'll never know why she kept the honest truth from you
but Oh Dear McCracken... in the rough draft...

in the rough draft...

In the Rough Draft She Loved You.

Dear McCracken

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If All Should Fail

It Was You

Time of Dying

Gospel - There Isnt Any God

Occult Folk and Souther Gospel hip-hop musician. Youtuber notable for creating "The Knife Game Song".  

Time of Dying

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