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lyrics
You wonder what it's like to be on your own
Now you pay for it
You conjure up these thoughts and you call it home
I wish that it were here
Hold your head up for the very last time
You're never going to change your mind
Count the seconds while you're taking your time
Take your bottle, leave us all behind
You long for the days when your visions blurred
Now you're blind at heart
You offer up your lies as a sign of guilt
Why can't you admit you made this wrong?
You used your shaking hands to build a fence that I sit on
It feels like I'm not alive
It feels like I'm wasting time
supported by 6 fans who also own “Movie Theatre Theft”
Been following Somos for many years, feeling that they had an opus in them...well, here it is. Driving pop-punk sensibilities lend an upbeat tone in contrast to the grim lyrical proceedings, and they absolutely pull it off. Evocative music that's been on repeat for me all month long. RIP, Phil PaintedDogs