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My writers block strays from day to day
Tonight it's gone, there's a few things I wanna say
Like how I feel
The way it's supposed to be
And words off of the paper
Mean so much more to me
Now it makes sense (uh-oh)
Why I wrote this song
In beats there's a presence
More acceptable than dropping bombs
The words of another can poison a mind
So I write to right
What's wrong in mine

Hey!

Locked up words and boxed up phrases
Who the fucks got the key?
Trapped by these walls
And bound by these chains
Who stole my sanity?
Some discretion with some suggestions
Of some things I'd rather be
Familiar faces with the same disgraces
And something's you'll never see

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from Late Nights and Early Hours EP, released August 2, 2012
Lyrics by Christopher Barron. Music by The Hostiles

Recorded and mixed by Matt Harvey.
www.maybankstudios.co.uk

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The Hostiles South Ayrshire, UK

The Hostiles capture the upbeat energy of US west coast ska punk in the slightly less-sunny climes of west coast Scotland. Spirited and infectious, they combine distorted guitars riffs, low-slung rhythms, in-your-face vocals and a two-pronged brass backbone of trumpet and trombone. Good times guaranteed. ... more

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