Paroles The Anatomy Of The Journey de Boys Night Out

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Is it still you and me against the world? All I've got to lose are my teeth.
We're gonna throw it down together, tonight.
We're gonna burn this town to the ground and laugh over the flames.

Collapsible sentiment fills our lives.
I've burned pages behind me and mountains before.
Watch us break at the waist and bleed from our fingertips...
nailing our coffins to our outstretched arms.

I'm lost in a haze of myself.
My memory is too filled with fists
And my hands are too weak from writing down our lives.
Here we are...watch us go.
Four shots fire out, cold and hollow
and your eyes give in to that shattered glass shine.
So I call out and I follow.
Passion can't apply when we're so drained and pale.

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