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I'm gonna hop a goddamn train
and find my real home in the morning
With that new sun in my eye
then I swear I'll try
It's sad but true
All kinds of bad but I want you
I've never sat and wondered why
You didn't want me in your life
Here's to something that you've lost
Something you wanted more than you thought
Here's to something that you need
When you're feeling incomplete
The roof stands over your head
The sheets stretch out over your bed
The food stands on the table
You better want it while you're able
I've stood here hours in the rain
watching you through the window pane
I don't know where from where I've came
or where I'm going just the same
It's sad but true
I'd do anything you'd have me do
I'd do anything for you
Anything you'd have me to
Here's to something that you've lost
Something you wanted more than you thought
Here's to something that you need
When you're feeling incomplete
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Staring at the Walls
03:51
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Waking up groggy near afternoon,
feels like the dream ended three minutes too soon.
Maybe get up today and out of this bed,
But we said that yesterday and it’s not like we did
We’ve grown used to staring at the walls
tile floors, textured ceilings , narrow halls
Another day will be spent
Watching the sun set and shadows fall
Another afternoon watching the clock
Sitting around and struggling to talk
Pulling hairs because it’s something to do
Won’t be long till that gets old too
We’ve grown used to staring at the walls
tile floors, textured ceilings , narrow halls
Another day will be spent
Watching the sun set and shadows fall
The sun falls we’ve no reasons to be thrilled
These cold empty nights leave us unfulfilled
Talking of the exciting things we'll never do
A suburban life has left us without a clue
We’ve grown used to staring at the walls
tile floors, textured ceilings , narrow halls
Another day will be spent
Watching the sun set and shadows fall
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Pictures
03:28
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The moth is strung along by the flicker of the flame
The shutter snaps shut but the picture stays the same
I tried to cover all the places in the wall
My fist did penetrate
With you picture
The way that the light hits your skin
It makes me forget all the trouble I'm in
Like a gunshot through an eggshell
I came running out of heaven and fell straight into hell
They tried to take everything I had
But I held on
To your picture
The way that the light hits your skin
It makes me forget all the trouble I'm in
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The First and Last Names Dayton, Ohio
Dan- Guitar, Vocals
Matt- Banjo, Cojan, Backing Vocals
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