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Kinda Grey
02:08
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LULL- Kinda Grey
Picture frames hang on my walls paintings
of the ghosts that walk the halls of my mind
Picture frames hang on my walls paintings
of the ghosts that walk the halls of my mind
Caught in another moment of the swing arms of time
The pressure is building up inside
And it’s not so black or white it’s kinda grey
There’s no good or bad it’s just the ugly
Picture frames hang on my walls paintings
of the ghosts that walk the halls of my mind
Caught in another moment of the swing arms of time
The pressure is building up inside
It’s not black or white it’s kinda grey it’s kinda grey
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The Great Strain
02:13
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THE GREAT STRAIN
Like a flick book we’re turning the pages so frequently and i can’t stop trying to find out how this will end
No i can’t stop
Now the changes are in effect
And i can’t wait can’t you see the world is crumbling
From the great strain
Oh well world keep on turning
Feeling kinda stitched up
And i don’t know how to look
And i can’t wait can’t you see the world is crumbling
From the great strain
Oh well world keep on turning
And it’s ok you’re not use to change
Oh well world keep on turning
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Fed Up
02:10
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Fed Up
I’m trying to relearn
Lessons that where brought to my attention
When i was a kid
It seemed so easier back then
I’m so fed up of this wasted time wasted breath
And like the young roots we are trying to grow
It’s just a matter of time
The people know the people
And they know what’s right
It was so simple back then (everyone back in)
Now we’re just box ticking
It was so simple back then
I’m so fed up of this wasted time wasted breath
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Someone Press Rewind
02:09
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Someone Press Rewind
And they come and go these at 3am that we all know
I try to keep it under control
When it’s staring me in the face and i can’t get away i just wanna escape
Another hundred times i stare through the glass of the path i left behind
So sick of bottling it up so i press rewind.
So sick of the rinse and repeat i just wanna escape
So stuck in a rut it’s time to test my luck it’s time to find
Another way
Another hundred times i stare through the glass of the past i left behind
So sick of bottling it up someone press Rewind
What I’d give for just a moments piece of mind someone press rewind
Someone press rewind
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Violence brings no end
02:48
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Violence brings no end
Can you feel it the birth pains are coming in
The times are changing bullets hit your mind instead of conversation
I can’t get why we’re doing this violence brings no end
I won’t be any part of it we need a change of mind set
I wish i had a penny for the wishing well
Cause i don’t care what you say this is the way to hell
And how many days do we have left
And how long can we keep doing this
Can you feel it the birth pains are coming in
The times are changing bullets hit your mind instead of conversation.
I can’t get why where doing this violence bring no end
I won’t be any part of it we need a change of mind set
I wish i had a penny for the wishing well
Cause i don’t care what you say this is the way to hell
Can you feel it the birth pains are coming in
The times are changing bullets hit your mind instead of conversation.
I can’t get why where doing this violence bring no end
I can’t get what where doing this violence bring no end...
I can’t get why where doing this violence bring no end
I won’t be any part of it we need a change of mind set
I wish i had a penny for the wishing well
Cause i don’t care what you say this is the way to hell
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LULL Newcastle Upon Tyne, UK
LULL is a new Alt/emo/grunge influenced band from Newcastle Upon Tyne. The persona of Lull was created by the vocalist and
composer Grant Andrews.
Born out of the North East UK hardcore scene.
Members of Lull found each other through the tight bond in their music community
Influenced by bands such as Citizen, Movements, Alexisonfire, basement
Lull bring an alt grungy but heavy driven sound
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