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Laugh Hard
03:50
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Laugh hard I can tell you think its funny as hell
The way I wear my beard so long
Oh God its such a shame the way you say my name in vain
Again and again
Who are you anyways to spit in my face
I should wash your mouth out with soap
Filling up on liquid sin three sheets to the wind
Like a drunken sailor man
Lightly we step out into the night
Careful footing now so not to slip on the ice
No use watching out for the darkness has covered our eyes
My my how we have grown no longer pale ghosts
We soak in the new day’s sun
Broken bones and stories told
Broken bones and stories told
Broken bones and stories told
Broken bones and stories told
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Dry Land
06:01
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Just hold your breath for a little while now
Find the dry land and dry yourself out
I know you’re with me, you’re always with me
I know you’re with me
If you’re searching for the light at the end of it
Just remember it’s the same light that is within
Hold your flood lamp out
You got to pray you got to shout
Oh Lord help us out
Oh Lord help us out
Amen
I know it’s in you, I see the light in you
I know it’s in you the light has always been in you
I am with you I’ll always be with you
Yes I am with you
Come hell or high water we’ll swim up stream
While trying to remember how we use to breath
Strong bones and miracles are what we need
Strong bones and miracles
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Ocean Ranger
05:04
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I gave up my ride to work today
Gave up my seat on the chopper
to the President of Newfoundland
And on his way down to my oil rig
Radio man said, "Heavy storm was coming on in"
So I went down to the bay
Ocean Ranger sank that day
And she went down, waves so high
Oh, the storm clouds darken up the sky
And I woke up without my Frank today
Sat at my seat at the table
Morning news was coming on in
And on my way down to his oil rig
Radio man said, "Heavy storm was coming on in"
So I went down to the bay
Ocean Ranger sank that day
And she went down, waves so high
Oh, the storm clouds darken up the sky
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River Behind
03:17
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It’s time to be moving’ on
It’s time to see the world and leave the river behind
It’s time to let go of the Midwest
For so long we held it too close to our chest
For so long we held it too close to our chest
It’s time to tell our parents goodbye
But not for good, good God I hope not for good
It’s time to be on the run
And march to the beat of our own
And march to the beat of our own
And we know you will worry about us
In the morning in the evening in our absence
For we our your youngest children
But now we’ve got a family of our own
But now we’ve got a family of our own
It’s time to be moving’ on
It’s time to see the world and leave the river behind
It’s time to tell our parents goodbye
But not for good, good God I hope not for good
It’s time
Its time
Its time
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Cousins Chicago, Illinois
Members of Cousins:
Colin Strand
Thad Luper
Josh Miller
Clark Cothern
Jon Aren
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