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The years are crowded with the moments of our daysYou walking laughing like a child in summer-rainThe transformation of a dream into wasteThe father of my children up and left on the morning trainNo more to say and there is nothing to weep forWe took a shot at what we thought would be moreThan just another set of regulationsI wanted so bad to get off at all your stationsBut we took five years to determine the distanceBetween a family and a family christmasYour love has bought me clothes I don't want to wear nowThey're cut to fit a life that I can't bear nowYou must have truth if there is to be beautyIt comes from want not from a sense of dutyOur songs will all fade into soulful silenceOur stains will not impress a cantervillean defianceWe keep on talking til our jaws start achingWe keep on loving til our hearts stop breakingOur gestures are dust in the passing of carsThe lasting vibration is all that we areNow I'm number seven on an indie billboardLetras de cancionesThey're walking headlines of a bought electionTrying to keep my babies from the talk of this townCalling all them zoned out action-punks to buckle upMe and my brother carry heavy luggageToo much to bear the weight of diamond rings nowWith all the comfort of a bum-proof benchI'm ever the dreamer just a mile and a half awayYou read the books try and get real smart nowNone of it matters in matters of the heart nowTalk all you want but it's understoodthat you cross your fingers and you knock on wood From Letras Mania