| I’m in that 57' Ford like it’s 1994
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| And we’re on our way score
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| Tickets to a game at the dome
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| Repainting the lanes as we go
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| Where we’re going we don’t ever make it home
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| It’s okay if you feel disillusioned and alone
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| I’ll do my best to make you smile and feel whole
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| There’s a hole in our hearts big enough to fit a city block
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| I’m sure you got like 50 thoughts poisoning your soul
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| I’m tripping hard in the woods like it’s 2 thousand and way back
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| And we’re running from law but it’s really just a dog with a wishbone in his jaw
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| Where we’re going we don’t know and we won’t know until lost
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| You’re intentions where in the right place wrong time
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| It’s not your fault that your old soul with open mind
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| Nothing would’ve saved from the hell of his design
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| He’ll find what he was pining for and finally be fine
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| This is a grieving mantra
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| Something to keep you off the
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| Pills and thrill of losing yourself in the process
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| This is a grieving mantra
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| Something to keep you off the
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| Booze and the who’s to blame
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| Other than mothers and fathers
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| I’m in a basement surrounded by my brothers
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| Like we designed a world within a world just for each other
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| Exchanging Jameson singing our favorite verses
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| This was our bond this was our purpose
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| I still get nervous among the giants and the serpents
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| I’m always searching when I should probably be working
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| This shit is fleeting and Im defiantly determined
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| To die a death alive without a grudge or burden
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| I’m on the drive home from way out west
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| Like I just conquered another day in my head
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| It was electric with an pulse that ripped me up and moved me
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| I really hope that your okay you truly new me
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| We were so close thicker than the thieves that commandeered
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| America for us so we could fall in love and fight and fuss
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| I’ve said goodbye so many times I’d rather see her
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| There’s a memorial living inside of my demeanor
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| This is a grieving mantra
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| Something to keep you off the
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| Pills and thrill of losing yourself in the process
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| This is a grieving mantra
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| Something to keep you off the
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| Booze and the who’s to blame
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| Other than mothers and fathers
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| We only talk when someone dies
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| We only talk when someones born
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| We only talk when
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| We only talk when
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| We only talk when someone dies
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| We only talk when someones born
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| We only talk when
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| We only talk when
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| We only talk when someone dies
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| We only talk when someones born
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| We only talk when
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| We only talk when
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| We only talk at xmas when we’re too drunk to speak… |