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Album: The Union
Release Date: September 16, 2014
Vocals, Keyboard: Brett Emmons
Lead Guitars, Vocals: Jay Emmons
Guitars, Vocals: Andrew Young
Bass: Chris Huot
Drums, Vocals: Adam Paquette
Recorded At: Catherine North Studios, Hamilton, ON
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Music Video:
Lyrics:
Well it’s pissin’ rain
All in my head again
In all its pelting pain
I know my minds made
I’m gonna die in the rush
Like a gleaming kid
And I’ve learned that the older you get
You’re either wild and dying
Or boring and blessed
So tonight I’m nature’s bullet
Shooting shambles from a gleaming sin
White noise
White noise
I smoke my cigarettes to feel the burn
It’s kind of nice feeling something that you’ve learned
To just turn off the lights and burn in the dark with a dart
I’m westbound, bloody and proud
A secret choice ain’t a secret now
You gotta roll with the punches and pull with your pride to put it out
White noise
White noise
White noise
White noise
White noise
White noise
And I’ve got the feeling again
I’ve got the feeling again
White noise
White noise
White noise
White noise
White noise
White noise
White noise
White noise
White noise
White noise
White noise
White noise
White noise
White noise
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And I’ve got the feeling again
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