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Hey everyone, I just thought that I'd give you a heads up that I'm going to be doing a couple of ticket giveaways on today's show! I have 2 tickets to see Citizen, You Blew It!, Hostage Calm, Praise, and True Love at the House of Blues in San Diego on September 20th, and 2 tickets to see The Story So Far, Gnarwolves, Elder Brother, and Souvenirs at the Epicentre on October 17th. Make sure to tune in between 1:00pm - 4:00pm today on 88.9FM and online at www.kuci.org to find out how you can win! Thanks!

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So this, this is how it ends You've pushed me to the edge, I'm not coming back again Now I'm further than the eye can see But you know what, that's perfectly fine with me You're a product of your mother Abandoned by your father You're always saying one thing yet doing another I want to break away, nothing more And create my own storm that will wash away all of the pain Now you're the one to blame We share a name but we're not the same Don't tell me I'm the one to blame (The one to blame) We share a name but we're not the same Don't tell me I'm the one to blame (We're not the same) I took some time to clear my mind You spoke of change but I felt the same inside I never wanted things to end this way I knew I had to walk away

I'm sitting in the car right now feeling sort of epic, I just got my bones ripped clean and all along you loved it. I just want to hum along to all my favorite songs. Screams she hates Bukowski but not for cliched reasons. She sees hope in broken men and that patron saint of drinking I just trace along all her lines that turn me on. The strongest man you ever met, but names like that always come with debt, so I start to believe almost violently that I can do most anything. CHORUS This is where it ends, this is where it ends this is where it all comes in This is where it ends where it all begins, every definitive moment happened. This is where I show where I came from, it's all in the name son. I'll be more than you ever could ask me to be. What was I made for if not your front door, counting the steps til I'm inside, it was the 9th one everytime. I'm sitting in the car again what the hell just happened? I spilt my mind too many times and dirtied up your canvas CHORUS So let me down easy and say it's worth the time we spent. Keep all of your promises, keep all of them. I fucked a million times amusement rides, scream goodnight. I fucked up a million times whiskey to wine in central standard time to pacific standard time, I swear I loved you every time. I'm sitting in the car again the seat next to me's empty.

~DJ Tommy

Moved all my shit into my parent's basement And out of our old apartment I know things changed but I'm not sure when I guess you'd call this regression I left a real job and a girlfriend I convinced myself that I'm brave enough for all of this Well, I spent this whole year in airports And the floor feels like home Oh, at least we're never alone I lost track of the time zones and I'd call but you know I'm running on empty The late nights and the long drives start to get to me I'm just so tired I spent this year as a ghost and I'm not sure what I'm looking for I'm a voice on a phone that you rarely answer anymore I came in here alone Came in here alone But that doesn't scare me like it did seven months ago I spent this year as a ghost and I'm not sure where home is anymore Been on a steady fast food diet Like we're this generation's Morgan Spurlock But we don't admit defeat My body feels rejected and I can't say that I blame it My heart keeps saying stay young My lower back seems to disagree I unrolled a cheap cotton blanket on an old dirty couch I felt the year start to wind down I can't stand any dead space Empty beds bum me out I spent this year as a ghost and I'm not sure what I'm looking for I'm a voice on a phone that you rarely answer anymore I came in here alone Came in here alone But that doesn't scare me like it did seven months ago I spent this year as a ghost and I'm not sure where home is anymore I came out swinging from a South Philly basement Caked in stale beer and sweat under half-lit fluorescents I spent the winter writing songs about getting better And if I'm being honest, I'm getting there I came out swinging from a South Philly basement Caked in stale beer and sweat under half-lit fluorescents I spent the winter writing songs about getting better And if I'm being honest, I'm getting there I came out swinging from a South Philly basement Caked in stale beer and sweat under half-lit fluorescents I spent the winter writing songs about getting better And if I'm being honest, I'm getting there