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Intro
01:38
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Even I know how the morning doesn't come for the ones like me
Even I know how the morning doesn't come
No, it doesn't come
No, it doesn't come
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Butt Sweat and Tears
04:33
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Bothered by the many pits of broken bones
in crooked houses all alone
Misdirection, many steps in awful homes
You're standing by yourself
And it's all caving in
Just like all the prophecies said,
"You'll lose it all before the morning"
Stumbling through the crowds of people
Smoking cigarettes and talking nonsense
I'm done with thinking god'll save me
With all these children freezing on the corner
And it's all caving in
Just like all the prophecies said,
"You'll lose it all before the morning"
In our empty rooms
Speak of all the tarnished trophies
Before we see the sun
And it's all caving in
Just like all the prophecies said,
"You'll lose it all before the morning"
Nothing is left, hope is forgotten
Now that the water's rising
And we're nameless
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Who's Counting?
02:05
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It was never my right to "fix" you
I'm all the things you've ever said I am
But it wasn't fair, it wasn't fair
You tried to "fix" me too
I guess it's over now
Back to waiting
I'm the one who's still got 10 friends
You lost them all, but who's counting?
(I am)
Try not to call me at night (it was never my right to "fix" you)
We'll see who breaks first (I'm all the things you've ever said I am)
I let you down, oh you're so right
Let's not compare who's the worst
Because it's me
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The wind had left him hollow
Broken flowers rot inside
Did you ever think that
You would live to see your child die?
What was the last song you sang that day?
And had it been a different one,
Would the end have been the same?
You dig and dig for any answer
That would say its not your fault
The desert road is growing empty
But the shotgun still goes off
What was the last song you sang that day?
And had it been a different one,
would the end have been the same?
You were my family
You weren't my blood
And you have left too soon
To show me how to live without the love
To see the same in death
So tell me,
Where's the art in dying young?
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Ground
04:02
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Check the car door, they did it wrong
It's falling off, you've gotta stop it
We all just rot alone
We all just sit at home
And ride
You think too much
You aughta sleep instead
Keep the city from filling up your head with
Too many ideals, too many ideas
Of what this all is "supposed to be"
Don't worry, I'm fine at home
With my credit card and my xylophone
Gifts and melody
He doesn't look at me no more
He rotted before you left the door
Open behind you
What more can I give?
I've got too much love in me
What more can you take?
I've got too much love in me
Don't worry I'm fine at home
With my credit card and my working phone
At least the phone's working for me
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Kenny's Dads Sarasota, Florida
Four nerds from Florida making sad tunes.
Joy Feagan
Griffin Rowe
Michael Valdez
Morgen Coe
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