"8 Ball" genre: Rock
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	Two friends with the same addiction, on the same ride, in a vacation through Dreamland. Do they wake up, or are they still asleep, dreaming?
	CD: Ask Again Later Demo
	Lyrics 8Ball Me and Jimmy walk the little white line Between the wealthy and the tight times He with his 8-hole Doc Martin boots Like he’s going off to war Maybe he’s just a casualty Maybe he can take a little We’d go lookin’ for 8-balls But they weren’t black, and had no answers Except ask again later, ask again later, ask again later I still remember his flannel face And his tattered grin I still remember the nights I spent With Jim (Chorus) By day we were running By night we were falling But we never seemed to sleep For years we were riding This dreamland vacation Where everything is just as it seems At night we’d go driving The glint of glass, the paper sack The smokes, the hits, the booze, the chips The 25 cent pies Ratted jeans and burn holes For the tears that fell from our eyes Maybe we were running from the truth ‘Till we lost our strength, and spent our youth How I miss the days When he smiled at me and called me friend If I could write him a letter this is what I would send To Jim (Chorus) I woke up one morning And Jim was gone I don’t know where good men go But I hope he’s not riding That dreamland vacation… (Chorus)

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