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First cuts, last dates Loose ends, drink late Four shots to “The Sound of Settling” Hometown’s never hurt this much to me Whoa oh oh oh oh oh You’re not leaving it Whoa oh oh oh oh oh You’re all snared in its net Two months and the air was never colder Where were we living? I’ve made my peace with all my sins I’m not coming home for you I’m not coming back ‘til it gets bitter Now you get better Made up, third base Loose friends, think straight Four shots and “The Sound of Settling” More lost than your worthless memories Whoa oh oh oh oh oh Say I’m arrogant Whoa oh oh oh oh oh You’re a disappointment Four shots to “The Sound of Settling” Letras de cancionesHometown’s always felt like a disease Four shots and “The Sound of Settling” More deaths of my friends than enemies Best friends, best nights Best friends, best lies From Letras Mania