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Jordan Gaul
Jordan Gaul
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Connor Brandt
Connor Brandt
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Sunlight on my back, pillow on my glass Can we stop for breakfast? I could wreck David's on the phone, earbuds left at home Something, something, interest rates placed on hold I'm not one to soothe you I'm not one to take away the pain that you feel I wasn't appointed by some higher form Day to day, the takeaway, the pain that you feel Seven years you've grown, moved out on your own Run out of excuses, you've still got to Do all those things that we talked about You're still strewn about But there's no one left to stop you now I'm not one to soothe you I'm not one to take away the pain that you feel I wasn't appointed by some higher form Day to day, the takeaway, the pain that you feel Here's a lazy day to wash your cares away Shuttin' off your brain has never been the same Ever since you woke up and felt this way one day That day Here's a broken home, hammer and a saw Could you really take another night alone? Maybe you could wake up and feel better someday Like that day, oh (In time) it's not that hard to see (You'll find) the pain that's underneath (Something that finally makes sense to you) The faces that's up to meet (To, to, to, to you) are changing with the breeze (I can't believe we're still here) you wanna make a scene (Would you cut that cutting calories, and all that nonsense?) But I'm not one to take (I know I do it, too) I'm not one to take your pain away
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