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Do I need to question why I'm stuck in this direction?
And I want out now but I can't find my way out
Cause I've been writing songs in this town for way too long.
They go verse-chorus-verse-chorus-breakdown-end and I just want fucking out.
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I know you're out there somewhere drinking in that city air, eyes full of views I've only heard about.
Someday you'll make your comeback. Dreams, like ghosts, drift over smokestacks. Fingers crossed, chin up mixed with doubt. Oh, I can't bear
Bury this time capsule and you tell me what its worth to me. Buried. Found it right in the yard
More-so than any song I've sung I still taste the words now on my tongue
If someone told me life could be so goddamned demanding we'd have played it all by heart; this time capsule. If someone told me life could be so goddamned demanding would we have given up our parts?
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Roses are for Funerals
02:27
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Her father's warnings of this side of town are echoing in her head. The stereo beats steady to the sound of her thoughts interrupted. She's gonna tell em "Just say you love me, baby just wrap your arms around me." With any luck she'll regain what she left.
And he's checking his watch cause this boys not here for dancing. This isn't romance like she's expected from every boy that's made her make up run. And she's drinking her scotch cause this ballroom floors a graveyard, they're skipping hearts up the boulevard. Just lick your wounds before you come undone.
She's in the street when she screams to save her now. The rain beats down on her head. She never thought god existed anyhow; now she aims to prove it. She begs for stronger wine and madder music, what's the point of living if I don't abuse it? They're tearing at the threads of her already broken heart.
And he's checking his watch cause this boys not here for dancing. This isn't romance like she's expected from every boy that's made her make up run. And she's drinking her scotch cause this ballroom floors a graveyard, they're skipping hearts up the boulevard. Just lick your wounds before you come undone.
Be here now.
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It's been a long time running
And though I hold it dear to grease these gears on hopes and fears is more respect than rust deserves If I said, "Pack your bags the train leaves tonight"
Would you pack your bags and dry your eyes? They wouldn't waste a silver bullet on a dog my size
I understand if you don't wanna see my face again
I'm well aware of the regret I can't wash off my skin
Paint my face black and red. These are the colors of our brothers left for dead.
And like the last days of Pompeii
We'll watch this city burn in the face of what little I had managed to accomplish in my state. When I said "I'll take what rest my eyes retain."
And in a moment of sleep when I was jarred awake
I was awoken by the rain on the window pane
Troy! (As in 'the fall off...')
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