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Grey

by Dead Indian

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If we're looking for our cages And we see on past the night We will see the things among us And understand it's not right I have seen All I need to see I secede from that which ages There's nothing here I really need Touch the sun, babe Won't you learn Touch the sun, babe Won't you burn I have find I am angry It's in my soul, it's how i feel I'm getting tired of this half-world Wanting life that's real I have seen All I need to see I secede from that which ages There's nothing here I really need Touch the sun, babe Won't you learn Touch the sun, babe Won't you burn Touch the sun, babe Won't you learn Touch the sun, babe Won't you burn
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Big Grey Sky 06:02
All the children unaware of their raising To look back in retrospect and then cry And all the old men in old houses with their chest pains Wondering where the hell to go when they die And all the tweakers tumbling, stumbling through the day glow Raving, misbehaving in our nights Banging, rearranging their heads at our rock n' roll shows Find some dust, tap the vein and ignite Are we free now Can we breathe now Big grey sky Big grey sky Are we free now Can we breathe now Big grey sky Big grey sky All the hipsters dream in stoic coffee houses Waking, dying smoking spirits in their vans And bourgoise mamas and papas pay for penthouses While we piss and moan about the man And all the girls left pining right where we left them In apartments filled with books and bad zen Pleading with our god to forgive us For what we've done and what we will do again Are we free now Can we breathe now Big grey sky Big grey sky Are we free now Can we breathe now Big grey sky Big grey sky
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Oh Holden has got me caught I never asked for advice He's got a way of forcing on you My mind's as cold as ice And I will not entertain Even an ounce of anger I'm happy with all my borrowed words And won't ever return But this is not my song And these are not my words I borrowed the guitar And stole all the chords And these are not my feelings In fact they're age old Oh I learned them from a place But mainly they're stole Stolen by me Oh Lord I've stolen a girl But it's like stealing a mountain I've got no place to put it And no hope to climb it I can not succeed I can not catch and release Oh I said, 'man, please take her back' And he said, 'you've sewn- now you will reap' I found a true love And surely she's ideal She was once my friends But I made a steal And she loves like a rock And she's heavy as a stone, yeah But it's better than drugs Or being alone But this is not my song And these are not my words I borrowed the guitar And stole all the chords And these are not my feelings In fact they're age old Oh I learned them from a place But mainly they're stole Stolen by me

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released August 3, 2013

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Dead Indian Fayetteville, Arkansas

Dead Indian is Breck Shipley, Simon Martin, and Dirk Porter. In only one year, the band has released two professionally recorded EP's, "Lead Me to the Sky" and "Grey" with a third, titled "When We Live" set to release in 2014.

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