Boys, grab your guns
It's all in good fun
We're making 'em
And the sound of rain is killing me
It's killing me
You may say, our lives have changed.
But baby, I
And the phone it rings without a pulse
But I can't
And the phone, it rings without her voice
but I can't
Stand back because my heart is on the floor
It's waiting
I walked passed the highway late last night,
to try and
you know that i just can't resist the way you
The lights go on
The scene is overcrowded
It takes my mind
We came to our conclusions
We came to what we thought
Hopes set on expectations
never thought of expiration dates that you've
How does it feel to be dragged under this pickup
truck
I would kill to taste the bricks
Of a city not
There were yellow ribbons on every tree
And yellow orchids growing
If you could read between the lines
You would know that
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