| I guess it wasn’t as bad as it sounds
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| We wore the embers like a crown
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| As a reminder to remember
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| Things don’t heat up until the sun goes down
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| From between the heat of passing cars
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| Well things got ugly from the start
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| We saved some money from some crimes
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| And use it all to tattoo the scars
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| Let the story dilate
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| Mike stayed forty miles away
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| Things weren’t getting any better at his place
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| Over bail bonds and broken pores
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| With solemn hearts and solid boards
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| Traversed the stairs to fade the memories
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| Closed it up and locked the doors
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| So close but still haloed to crash the calm
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| It’s only one night so what’s the harm?
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| This apartment is no more haven than home
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| Let’s flood the floors
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| Come tomorrow we’ll all be gone
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| I always dreamed but never would’ve thought
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| That five of us sifting through the ash
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| Would be the end result of too great a cost
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| We placed the call to Nashville to him
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| Cincinnati burned us down
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| The more I say these things out loud
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| The more the words just twist around
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| So slowly find it strange
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| Young men with principles have a way of accumulating debts with ages
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| Replace the fiction while the story ignites the scene
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| We’re thinking it’s too much to ask for
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| While the flames ignite the dream
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| We’re sinking and they’re beginning to jettison the hopeful
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| I fear it’s what I hoped for
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| I willed it and if so
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| It’s from real
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| And it’s my ship to sink with
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| It could be the drain of summer heat
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| Fourth of July or enemies
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| Bad wiring, bad timing
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| It could be the weight of gravity
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| It could be a story that no one will ever believe
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| It could be a million things but please
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| Right now we only need a place to sleep
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| So close but still haloed to crash the calm
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| It’s only one night so what’s the harm
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| Come sunrise those drinks won’t keep you warm
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| It’s up to you I could be here I could be gone
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| Things don’t heat up until the sun goes down |