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  • @JackAttak
    @JackAttak 4 месяца назад

    This song captures the essence of something really profound. So good

  • @TheLoneLlama
    @TheLoneLlama 3 года назад +2

    This is an incredibly powerful song. I hope you guys are doing well. Things don’t always go the way you plan, but you just keep moving forward.

  • @TomBombadil33
    @TomBombadil33 10 лет назад +1

    congrats on the music video for this song getting in rolling stone!

  • @TimAZ
    @TimAZ 5 лет назад

    very cool! ty xan

  • @VictoryBliss
    @VictoryBliss 10 лет назад +2

  • @thoseoneguyschannel
    @thoseoneguyschannel 3 года назад

    Born at five, bright blue eyes
    Mother beamed, father cried
    His first words came from a song mom sang
    Big sis wished it'd had been her first name
    And he took his first steps, learned to live upright
    He sat through school, but he ran through the night
    And at thirteen kissed a girl, but she didn't kiss back
    Name misspelled on the diploma
    Pay check, road trip, Arizona
    His first love wore her hair full of curls
    They called it quits, but he found another girl
    And everyone stared as she walked down the isle
    Kids got daddy's eyes and they stole mamma's smile
    And for a while there everything was goddamn peachy clean
    Until he cheated death at 35
    Asleep at the wheel swerved just in time
    His heart grew cold, and he lost touch
    The job was boring and the marriage was rough
    Then he saw a drop of blood roll down his son's face
    He was standing in a robe, he was teaching him to shave
    And he snapped out of it til he learned how to love again
    But a stroke got dad, and they burried mom
    Once the cancer grew too strong
    A lullaby from sister's lungs
    First tear in dad's eye since the birth of his son
    So he took a year off to get back on his feet
    He didn't do much, took a trip to the beach
    Where he slept on the sand
    Had a dream that the girl kissed back
    Now at home, daily grind
    Birthdays, holidays, peace of mind
    He lost his hair, found his laugh
    Composed a will and his epitaph
    There was nothing too special about the way he lived life
    Was about build and about average height
    Sometimes he did things wrong the other times did things right
    Porch out front and a yard out back
    The quiet life and the cul de sac
    Kids in school, gowns and ties
    More little babies with bright blue eye
    So he cashed in his chips and he moved to the hills
    But he didn't eat right and he didn't take his pills
    And a five o'clock one day the soft blue eyes grew still.