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At the End of the Day
05:45
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My hands, weathered and worn
The calloused skin of an older man than I
My hands, tired and sore
At the end of the day long only to hold yours
My hair is turning gray
Finding a new one each morning it seems
Doesn’t bother me
Forced to laugh at my own vanity
I just can’t believe my eyes
This week I earned my pay
Laying stones for the wealthy
To enter a home I could never afford
I won’t let these little things bother me
Knowing that I’ve lived honestly
With your head beside mine I know that I’ll be alright
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Upcoming split with these guys, old and new friends from PA
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Had the pleasure of recording with lead singer/guitarist Ryan Stack with the help of bassist Aaron Bernard behind the board at times and loaning his beautiful bass rig and everybody loves Timmy Z kid.
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Black Market EP
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After I quit this band they became amazing, how you like them apples.
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