| [00:-02.00] | Dear And The Headlights - Try |
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| [00:02.03] | Straighten up my shoulders for my mother and mirrors |
| [00:09.40] | The overcompensation of a posture I'm dying to know |
| [00:18.25] | |
| [00:22.58] | Feeling like a kid selling ten dollar chocolates |
| [00:30.58] | Reciting all my rehearsed lines to your closing door |
| [00:37.22] | |
| [00:42.92] | Thought a change of scenery would make me feel better |
| [00:51.09] | Moved four hundred miles away, I'm still staring at the floor |
| [00:58.31] | |
| [01:03.00] | And feeling useless as a mime in a counseling session |
| [01:12.43] | Here's a million mute expressions, |
| [01:15.04] | here's the one where I choke on my words |
| [01:18.97] | |
| [01:24.39] | Then in comes the church with the answers |
| [01:31.62] | Ah Ah bless me with those tired acronyms |
| [01:39.59] | They look good on the overhead slide |
| [01:48.06] | |
| [01:49.11] | They're saving lives |
| [01:57.38] | Works every time |
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| [02:09.51] | Coughing courtesy up in a month of indifference |
| [02:18.48] | And lapping up the lie with an apologetic tongue |
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| [02:30.99] | I'm polishing my eyelids with a hand on your shoulder |
| [02:39.55] | Scripted adornment always kills concern |
| [02:46.35] | |
| [02:51.68] | Sick of coming home with the TV mumbling |
| [03:00.00] | There used to be a time when you spoke to me with words |
| [03:07.38] | |
| [03:12.24] | I'm swearing up and down saying it's a commitment |
| [03:20.53] | And toasting new beginnings saying sorry I thought it would work |
| [03:31.81] | |
| [03:33.71] | All my speech is riddled with annulment |
| [03:40.50] | I'm sorry, I'm just doing what I think I should |
| [03:47.25] | I'm gathering my things and I'm leaving for good in November |
| [03:57.10] | I don't know when I'll talk to you |
| [04:03.95] | I guess when both our eyes have finally died |
| [04:14.00] | I still want to try |
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