Corey Culler Biography

Little boy likes to keep the beat,
so he learns to play the snare

Little boy's brother was sent to war,
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I tread this path,
and I walk alone,
I step so soft,
on this road of stone
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For years I built this wall,
I gave it my all,
locked myself within,
don't feel right in my own skin
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Drive me to the park,
left alone in the wooded dark,
you’re so far behind in my mirror,
you’re so far from being my hero
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When the morning comes I won't be done,
forty minutes with a loaded gun,
just sitting here pondering escape,
watchin' agony slowly shape,
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