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The Walking Wounded
01. The Walking Wounded
02. They're Not Horses, They're Unicorns
03. Duality
04. Carry On
05. I and I
06. Choice Hops and Bottled Self Esteem
07. Head on a Plate
08. Dear Your Holiness
09. Landing Feet First
10. Thankfully
11. A Rite of Passage
12. (POP)Ular Science
Some days I get crazed
I don't know why it's so irrelevant
I'll take deep breaths and keep control
Go on

I've tried brave and you've tried to save
I've tried to keep it bottled up
I think I past my prime, lost my mind
And I'm torn

No telling what tomorrow holds

Who let, who let this feeling die
When all I did was try?
Who let, you let this feeling die
I can't get you out of my head, my head
You're the flame that burns me
So I know that I'm still alive

Some say it's all fate
But I say we control our lives
And if my destiny should out-best me
That's fine

I make-believe thrill and apathy
Co-exist in me fairly equally
But truth is doubts are all I've got to call mine

No telling what tomorrow holds
No telling what voice takes control

Who let, who let this feeling die
When all I did was try?
Who let, you let this feeling die
I can't get you out of my head, my head
You're the flame that burns me
So I know that I'm still alive

Is there anybody out there? (Anybody out there?)
Is anybody calling? (Anybody calling?)
What if what I say is really wrong?
Is there anybody out there? (Anybody out there?)
Is anybody calling? (Anybody calling?)
What if what you say is really wrong?
I'm not in control, I think I'm out of control

Who let, who let this feeling die
When all I did was try?
Who let, you let this feeling die
I can't get you out of my head, my head
You're the flame that burns me
So I know that I'm still alive