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But all creation isn't carved in stone.
People are blind and they can't decide.
Path of destruction leads to mindless suicide..
Mother looks but she'll never see,
All the abuse, why don't we just set her free!!!
We are trapped in a fortress of insanity.
Life's potential, lost to hypocrisy.
Aggravation turning to aggression, slipping slowly
Into repression.
We can look and we can see,
The winds of change must set her free.
Leave her be!! The winds of change, lost!!, in irony.
Breaking down the walls of hate
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I'm Stoned
Words and Music by Randy Owen and Teddy Gentry
Sittin' here and rinkin'. Hey that's my fav'rite song.
What's that that Ihear ringin'? Would someone get the phone?
Wond'rin if she'll ever come home.
I've had no sleep, sad songs. I'm stoned.
Our love, a fadin mem'ry as I chase another down.
My eyes are gettin' heavy and my head's spinnin' 'round.
Stil wond'rin if she'll ever come home.
I've had no sleep, sad songs, I'm stoned.
Closing time, I drive for home not feelin' any pain.
Thoughts of her drift back tome through the fallin' rain.
Not caring if she ever come shome.
I've had no sleep, sad songs. I'm stoned.
I've had no sleep, sad songs. I'm stoned.