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Fast Forward to Goodbye
02:00
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I’ve torn through my heart but I can’t seem to find a single reason to value your time spent inside. So restless and broken I’ll strive to forget. These nightmares enclose me; I’m cursed to relive our mistakes. What in the Hell have you done to me? Maybe it’s exactly what it seems to be? We’re no longer friends, but enemies. Oh I hope this brings you to your knees. One day you’ll see just what you lost in me when you left me for dead in the wake of defeat. Each phone call’s a war-zone, but young hearts are so bold, these friend-ships are sinking like angels without wings. Was it worth it now that you’ve all but died out? And you’ll never get to see; no you’ll never get to see how this all plays out, all alone in the crowd, with your misery for the world to see how far you fell.
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I’m still rebuilding these walls that you’ve torn down. Please don’t apologize; I’ve figured you out. All those words that you said never meant a thing. You’ve left me standing here wondering. Where did I go wrong? What did we do right, if anything, if anything? I must have let you down. You swore it wouldn’t be this way. We’re at the ending now and it’s you that’s changed. All those nights that we shared; you threw them all away. And the time that we’ve lost will never be replaced. I don’t know you anymore, if I ever did; you’re so different, so different now. Every single night you find the time to make a lap across my mind. You stand outside and dig my grave with your hand closed tight in his. It’s not my place it’s not my time. Please just make up your mind. I’m growing tired, so damned tired, of always losing in this fight, my fate that you decide. Well, not this time, no. We fell short of our storybook ending. I hope you’ve enjoyed yourself. You’ve become just what you’ve spent your life resenting. I don’t know you now you’re somebody else. The taste of your kiss like Russian-roulette, sins that my heart won’t soon forget, I just can’t understand the things, the things that you do. Indecision blocks out the sun. The sun won’t shine through. What happened to you?
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Who would have known three years ago that we would set fire to the coast? These scrapes and bruises turned out just fine. It looks like we’re finally living right. Six feet under ground was looking so appealing until now. But we won’t let our lives be judged by hands unworthy of our love. Oh, the time has come to rise against this selfish plight. No more digging graves tonight. We won’t be laid to rest. We won’t forget where we came from, no, not a single fucking thing that we’ve done. We’ll take this world off of dying hands. We’ll build a life that’s worth living again. I hope every breath I take breathes life into these plans that we’ve laid. From the Jersey shore to California breeze, these late nights forever tell the stories of long drives with sunsets at our backs, and only the road signs to keep us on track with where we’ve been and still have left to go. We won’t forget where we call home. We’ll never leave you behind. I swear I’d die for this tonight.
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Ninety-One
04:01
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We slept through the days, came alive in the night and woke the next morning still avoiding the light. We always ate breakfast around dinner time. Yeah, we may be struggling, but we’ll be just fine. Drunk and branded on the kitchen floor and everyone’s wishing, wishing for more. There’s one complete thought still among us all, “I hope this never ends.” We celebrate anything for the sake of getting down because real friends don’t let friends drink alone. We used to stay up all night and swear to tempt fate. We took a deep breath then through our lives away. The choices we’ve made will define who we are and I wouldn’t change a thing. We get by on honesty and building real friendships. We’ve got each other’s backs and live without regrets. Every single one of you is worth making time to see this through.
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This time next year, who knows where we may be? But pretending I’ve got my future laid out is nothing new to me. I’d rather be hopeless now, just trying to get by, than to find myself regretting this false sense of purpose for the rest of my life. Have you ever felt inclined to leave the comforts of home behind and show the whole world what you hold inside? Impossible is only a sound that we attach meaning to. Use your voice to stand your ground. I know we’ll see this through. I know that you think you’re right. Our way of life is just a waste of time? Well, fuck your words of wisdom, dear. I think I’ll just take mine. Even if we start sinking, we’ve got each other, yeah we’re still breathing. I can’t recall a memory as pleasing as the night that we took control.
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Move!
04:10
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Fake handshakes and fake conversations don’t justify this lack of appreciation. Living your dream just isn’t what it used to be. Self-righteous competition fueled by insecurities, too quick to cast out friends of so-called enemies, I thought we were all in this together? But it looks like we’re alone for the better. It hasn’t been easy but I’m trying to find myself. It’s becoming far too simple to pretend you’re someone else. I’ve got to hold on and keep my head above this water that’s drowning everyone. Reality checks aboard drama-induced train wrecks make these wounds seem to heal even less. Sometimes it can take more than just your eyes to see the false justification of long forgotten unity. Too quick to judge each others impurities, I thought we were all in this together. We are the ones, the ones you’ve never heard. How are you so unaware that you’ve made this worse? We were doing just fine before you walked right into our lives and made things die. And who are you to judge how we live our lives? At least we stand up for what we think is right. And if you feel the same, rise against their claims; you’ve got something to say and you will be heard. You will be heard today.
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You can’t stop us now. We will find you, find you out. And you can’t hold us down. We have found our escape from this town. And maybe we’ll see you around? Yeah maybe we’ll see you, see you around. And as crazy as it may sound, we never needed you and we sure as hell won’t now. I’ve got a dead-end job with no ambitions and I feel lost and see the reductions in honest hearts with good intentions, but every single day I pray that I’m wrong. We’re the kids who were never meant to make it, just a hopeless generation with no name. Give us one chance and we’ll be sure to take it. This hopeless generation won’t bear your blame. Say what you will and take what you like. This is not your decision it’s my fucking life. I’ll salute my wasted youth, the time that I’ve spent on living out my dreams, where you don’t belong. Goodbye. You don’t belong. I can do this on my own. If I wanna drop everything to chase my dreams in the blink of an eye it’s my God-given right to take this black guitar and closest friends and jump in my car pray it’ll get us far. As far away from here as we can get. I’m sick and tired of this place it’s such a mess. I wanna run away and never look back. I’m saving face now. I’ll never go back. We never needed you and we won’t now. We’re escaping the lies that have changed this town. We’ve got a vision, we won’t back down. And there’s room to move on so this ends now.
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