Run This Town

by The Weekend kids

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released July 8, 2011

Andrew Nguyen - Vocals, Guitar
Pete Nguyen - Lead Guitar, Vocals
Philam Nguyen - Bass, Vocals
Daminh Nguyen - Drums

Recorded and produced by The Weekend Kids
Mixed and Mastered by James Humberstone

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Track Name: We're All Wasting Time
Wake up, everybody’s gone and you’re still standing here / So what everybody’s dying, I’ll be living up, always be chasing my / Dream on, give it up you’re done, time to face your fears.

Whoa the thread starts to unravel and you’re asking yourself this / Don’t you wanna know, how it feels when all your walls come down / And it starts to sound like this.

Stand up for yourself and what you’re worth, you don’t wanna be / This way, is the only way I’d make it anywhere, I can’t do anything / Now I, wanna take you there, time to face your fears.

We’re just wasting our time / In different ways / Cause in the end / It’s all the same.
Track Name: Run This Town
We’re done again / Sunday’s coming and, I just want to sleep in / As we run this town, for one night / They’ll see smoke, and fire next time.

You don’t have to understand / Why I need to do this for myself.

Does it have to be, is this everything / Cause I’m making mistakes as I trust in myself / I’m alright, I’m ok.

Don't you tell me when / The whiskey's burning and i just want to pretend / I'm not alone, you're all with me / I'll keep these boxes of memories.

I am going away, I don’t care where I stay / Cause I’m making mistakes as I trust in myself / I’m alright, I’m ok.

Till tomorrow, till we can't sing / Till you take these lights I'll keep on stomping, I'll keep on strumming.
Track Name: Drop Dead
Drop dead your words are in my head, I’m left to pick up the pieces / Don’t say you love what I’m saying, I see the lies you are wearing / It’s like I’m watching a car crash, it hurts but it’s over so fast

Cross my heart and hope to never / Wishful thinking’s got the better.

Look at yourself, I’m wondering where you wanna be / My hands are tied, I’m gonna let it take me.

Make it a note to remind me, the things you do, they mean nothing / You’re first in line come on take it, by then they’re already passed it / Don’t look for signs that it’s over, it died the minute you wrote it.

This is the part where you get up / The things you’ll do to just get up / I’m gonna watch you fall.
Track Name: A Lesson in Moving Backwards
Moving backwards, I saw you run the other way / Against the current, against everything you said / I saw your nose bleed, I heard you calling out my name / It’s just a blur to me, we came out almost home free

It’s like I’ve never seen a ghost before / And I doubt I ever will again / Something tells me that we’re not coming home / Where did you go.

Where’d the time go, it never meant that much to me / When it’s over, I’ll be wishing it was free / I need a minute, I need a moment to understand / This is everything, this is all we’ll ever get.

One day, when we get older we’ll see that, somethings were not meant to happen / If we don’t make them happen We’ll wait out for good days, one after the next till we forget, that we are only human / A lesson in moving backwards.
Track Name: Numbered Days
When I think about this town / I’ll think about the faces, and the voices of the people that I’ve met along the way / I hope they think of us, when we’re dead and when we’re done / We know time expires, but the music still lives on.

Don’t take it for granted, let it ring out all night long / Let the rumble of our voices lead the way to the next song / Give us a reason to move on, and a moment of our own / Our numbered days are bent and broken down before we know they’re gone.

When you think about this place / I hope you think about the time, when we rushed up on the stage and sang our hearts out line for line / When we leave it there sometimes, we forget to take them back / Let’s hope our memories remember more than that.

This is how we love, this is how we feel it / This is how we stumble home to welcomed hands this is how we choose to live / This is how we are, this is how we feed it / This is how we fall and how we get back up, how we choose to be.