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I got the call, we said we're leavin' tomorrow We're hollow, we're hollow We hit the road, I tried to sleep through the potholes It's hollow, this I know The more I hear it, it gets harder to follow The more I hear it, it gets tougher to swallow With our sights set low and our dreams on hold Daily bought and sold There's still fights left going, So throw down the phone Make your presence known We live in this city, but our hearts elsewhere And that's a sign of the times These houses are pretty, in a way that home base Could never hope to compare to We're feeling so gritty, and our heart's elsewhere And that's a sign of the times So you fight and you still always seek the next thrill And stop fearing the worst (and start expecting the best) I got some issues I blocked out with the bottle I fought though, at least I thought so I thought we'd come home, Everything would be solved though Letras de cancionesThat's not so, I'm glad we talked though The more I hear it, it gets harder to follow It's been 5 months, it still gets tougher to swallow There'll come a time when We will choose to talk about it We'll hide our guns in a shoebox in the closet And we'll unlock it And everyone I ever knew that's gone but fought it I'll see them coming views, I'll feel my jaw hit And I'll applaud it The devil may break you, the devil may take you But we'll break through From Letras Mania