this town makes my mind slow down lines in my face like highways now chasing breezes, kicking boulders and all of the while just getting older
i leave pieces of paper pieces of myself along the way out the window, out the window and i tell myself that
i'll come back for them before i go and then i won't sing this song tomorrow
reason calls i'm never listening there's always something more distracting take everything so seriously then leave and burn up on re-entry
for happy endings all these little victories gathered up and hung on the wall like trophys i tell myself that
i've been down this road before so i won't sing this song anymore
i've been down this road before so i won't sing this song anymore i've been down on myself enough before so i won't sing this song anymore |
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