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Each Fleeting Hour

from Circles by Trybe

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Close your eyes
Take your last breath
We are standing at the world's end
Come out and play, we're being watched from inside
Something still remains, lurking in the shadows
Tales of times past - tell the children
I hate my love
I hate my love
I'm sinking deeper, my own pool of blood
Asking the clock, "how much longer now?"
Run, run as fast as you can,
It won't matter anyway,
Accept this gift of pain

Tell the children,
Tell the children - there's no home

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from Circles, released August 23, 2013
Composition: James Flowers, Gabriel Rivas
Guitar: James Flowers
Bass Guitar: Gabriel Rivas
Lyrics: James Flowers
Vox: James Flowers, Gabriel Rivas
Drums/Percussion: Gabriel Rivas

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Trybe Miami, Florida

Trybe has expanded the metal genre with psychadellic influence and music that questions the limits of the human mind. With a vast spectrum of influences ranging from punk, rock, heavy metal, and alternative music to jazz and blues, Trybe presents a tasteful mind-expanding new genre, constantly pushing closer to their goal of bringing real music back to the ears of the beholders. ... more

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