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Lyrics
Ghost Town
Some people say they hear the city breathing. To me, it sounds more like this city's bleeding, torn by crowded streets and gift receipts, and dreams we once had that don't mean shit anymore. Another day of bottles and broken glass. Another struggle, and a "get back to class." A failed war-protest, some I.B.S., and tired eyes just waiting to be patronized. When I called, you said that you had been dreaming. We both awoke to hear this city screaming, yelling in my head, I'm feeling dead, the things that I said, that we can't remember anymore. Can barely think of all the things I did wrong. Seemed appropriate to put it to song. So this is growing up, I'm throwing up, I'm loading this gun because it's all downhill from here, I'm told. This town is haunted with our memories. These kids are begging for a speech. The ghosts that line the city limits say, "Hey sir, welcome to Miami Beach." These empty streets are slowly crowding my mind. These empty promises aren't too hard to find. I'm running out of time, and out of rhymes, and out of my mind but I never really liked it here anyway. I'm getting better at pretending each year. I'm feeling faker, but I look more sincere. And we're all getting old, or so I'm told, but we're all still young, but I feel more pacified and less and less bold. Each day. This town is echoing our arguments. These days are all blending in together. We can't escape the walls we've built around ourselves. They remind us we'll be here forever. Don't want to stay down here forever.
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