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Used to It
04:37
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Eyes wide no lie takes you by surprise
Because you know you're getting used to it
All along even though you know what's wrong
It's all you know you're getting used to it
Walk around in a daze for a while
Just rely on your faith to survive
Love takes every heart breaks
Because you know you're getting used to it
Arms high finger held up to the sky
And you know you're getting used to it
Walk around in a daze for a while
Just rely on your faith to survive
Your secret sold for a memory
Was just a dream anyway
It takes all of your sanity
To turn a whisper to a scream
Walk around in a daze for a while
Just rely on your faith to survive
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Crutch
Hey what’s up? Wake up. Remember what I said.
Shout out loud my friend said, “This is who I am.”
Shaking trembling
Anxious who knows what.
Little orange pills
Leaning on my Crutch
Leaning on my Crutch
Hide inside you’re wrong, and then you realize
Go back in time it hurts so bad you want to die.
Shaking trembling
Anxious who knows what.
Little orange pills
Leaning on my Crutch
Leaning on my Crutch
Purple one’s enough to share
Green ones always make me scared
Black ones keep me on my feet
Blue ones put me right to sleep
Shaking trembling
Anxious who knows what.
Little orange pills
Leaning on my Crutch
Leaning on my Crutch
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3. |
That Song
04:01
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It seems that we've forgotten the pathway that we met on
I'm not saying it's you, I know it takes two
Head down we both keep walking towards a road that we've forgotten
Or left behind a thousand times in our old lives
I can finally listen to that song that song I can't erase in my mind
Every line reminds me of you
It's never really where we wanna be, floating up above the tallest trees
We were only making memories, only memories are real
The bridge is melancholy, we used to sing along
And now it's stuck in my head, and every line reminds me of you
It seems that we've forgotten the pathway that we met on
I'm not saying it's you, I know it takes two
Head down we both keep walking towards a road that we've forgotten
Or left behind a thousand times in our old lives
I can finally listen to that song that song I can't erase in my mind
Every line reminds me of you
It's never really where we wanna be, floating up above the tallest trees
We were only making memories, only memories aren't fucking real
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4. |
Free Fall
04:35
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One boy sitting on the edge of the world trying to feel anything at all
He says, "If I felt something, would you let me go?"
Into the air again, into a free fall, into anywhere
I'll never make it after all
One girl sitting on the top of the world and she feels everything you can feel
She says, "If you felt something, would you let me go?"
Into the air again, into a free fall, into anywhere
You'll never make it after all
So for the last time we're holding on. The scars are falling one by one
Squeezed too tightly just to let it go
Into the air again, into a free fall, into anywhere
We're gonna make it after all
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Maybe Sunday Rome, New York
Based out of Rome & Syracuse NY, Maybe Sunday are: Bruce Flanders - guitar, vocals // Jim Grogan - drums, vocals // Julie Grogan - keys and vocals // Bryan Honeywell - guitar, vocals // Duane Womack -bass, vocals.
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