Woe, Is Me - Our Number[s], For The Likes Of You [LIVE HQ w/ Lyrics] [HD] - 11.20.10 video free download

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Woe, Is Me - Our Number[s] and For The Likes Of You LIVE

School of Rock, South Hackensack, NJ

November 20th, 2010

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[Lyrics: Our Number[s]]

Stop! I stand here as a man who holds his ground

So silence your hands, I'm everything you once held dear

How can you sleep?

How can you sleep at night?

Too many you were rights,

I have no home, my home is non-existent

So long, I was here but you missed it

So kiss this, I hope you know you pissed it away

So cut me out, just knock me down,

Lifeless I may feel, and I'm slowly finding out

Life is full of bitter things, I won't shed a tear even if it stings,

Hit the road my spirit and all my clothes

Who am I, who the hell knows?

Tie my words, around your neck,

Never forget, listen,

For I've walked the path of men

I've stood my ground, I've earned my crown

And this is where it ends.

I will hold their hands,

I will walk across this sea

They've stood behind me,

And they'll follow me 'till death.

Never speak to me like you are some kind,

Of hidden prodigy you're wasting my time

You will never make it in this world,

It's all in your mind.

Well that's okay with me I think I'll be fine,

I don't need a shitty home to be on top of the line,

This interstate is making me the prime,

Example of what it means to follow your dreams

So watch.

[For The Likes Of You]

Leave me here, biting my nails, breaking my stride

I put my faith into your desolate life

Happen so fast that I won't be afraid, I won't be afraid

Three years blessed, I gave it my best, it's time to put it all to rest

Your present is my past

Through my eyes, I've seen nothing but time, forty four thousand lies

Straight from your putrid mind

High tides drag you through the decades of nights,

at anguish cause you'll never know

Why, loved ones who turn out your lights, seem like they care

I am an island, and you're the tides that pull at my feet,

but now she's shining in this void

Aging, forcing my nerves

Cut your chords, count your chores, stop using yourself,

for fruitless scars, just cut your chords

Your back will keep breaking, from this glass house, that you have created

Hear me out, your heart is to heavy, to heavy for trust

So build me a promise and take my advice a word from the wise

A fault confessed, I have redressed,

she feels such unrest, so pray so fucking pray

For tonight is your last