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Loveshine
02:52
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What we’re seeing are the warning signs
That mark the coming of the cross
Into the modern design
I have the fear
You can see it in the look in their eyes
And how they go into a panic
When the temperatures rise
I have the fear
Go on, live it up, keep it loud
And give me the Loveshine
Give me the love shine ya
Don’t wanna hear it
I just really wanna feel the glow
The glow
What we’re seeing is an ugly sight
With epidemics comes the medicine
That ruins your mind
I have the fear
You can see em when they’re floating up high
And then they’ll tumble from the heavens
And then fall from the sky
I have the fear
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2. |
Freedom Song
03:05
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These lost souls
Let us invite them to come
Hear the drums
With thunderous strikes
They’ll erupt
Lead us all
Higher and higher above
Freedom Song
Sung to those menacing thugs
Feel the pulse
Pumpin that fiery blood
Fear dissolves
Right through their fingers
And falls
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3. |
How High You Got
03:18
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Lost in the middle of each others speech
Until the moment you decide to tell me
Every little detail about
How High You Got
Smoke on the table and
Beer in our cheeks
Now that you’re old enough to say it
You’re always singing about
How High You Got
Oh, time ain’t a luxury
I got
Lost to the needle so we’re in a meeting
Of our powerless position
And I hear you speaking about
How High You Got
Ghost in the meadow and
Priest in the creek
Even the voices of the angels
They couldn’t save you from just
How High You Got
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Milk For The Angry. San Francisco, California
a psychedelic hieroglyphic from San Francisco, CA 🌚
Dana Lindstrom -gtr/ vox
Michael Masters - gtr/ vox
Erinn Wilkerson - Bass/ vox
Michael Pinkham - drums
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