| Brother carried me home
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| Shed some light, share some lows
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| We don’t speak
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| It’s on my chest like the weight of a common cold
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| Small town, smaller breeze
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| Perfect sons, perfect thieves
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| The elder hope, while the younger will dream
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| Come apart at the seams
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| Pause, lock, step for the one day we’ll be
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| Comatose, comatose
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| Give me drunk on a Saturday
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| Give me someone I wanted to leave
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| I slurred the speech
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| Watched my loves come and go
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| Still bound by no talk, small talk, please
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| Open me up, force me to speak
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| We just miss the beat and tune
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| Step around words, and time, we grew
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| Apart like brothers shouldn’t do
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| Keep quiet, honest I’ll be
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| Your scapegoat from the early days
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| Better man, better than me
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| Still silent, tattered and torn
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| Half distant, door-step to door
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| One day we’ll be a little more
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| Blood lost in line, the best nights are night that I remember when we were alive |