1. |
The Long Way Out
02:48
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Don't you dare tell this to anyone
I kept the photographs
They got stained by lighter fluid
But I could never bring myself to strike that match
Wind at our backs
Windows down
Screaming hearts out on the highway
Dreaming of leaving our hometown
I met you at the end of the summer
We were dancing by the river we were dumb and we were younger then
Life was easy, but my darling it got harder
So I'm leaving here tomorrow
Taking the long way out of town
And I never felt so free
Laying in the backseat
Through a long Virginia summer
With your hair down in the park where we would meet
And we'd sing "Saturday"
Beneath the streetlights
I don't remember all the words
But I can still recall the rhythm of those nights
And I'll hold tight
I met you at the end of the summer
We were dancing by the river we were dumb and we were younger then
Life was easy, but my darling it got harder
So I'm leaving here tomorrow
Taking the long way out of town
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2. |
Don't Make Me Go Back
04:00
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You could hear the patter of raindrops in the alleys
All the cars stayed stuck at red lights
Strangers didn't look up as they passed on the street
Everything was frozen in time
And old friends tried to keep the mood light
We laughed about good times and smoked in the churchyard
We swore nothing would be different
As we watched you slip away
Don't make me go back
I can't lay anymore flowers by a stone
By the Potomac
Don't make me go back
I can't put on a smile for all our old friends
Pretend nothing's different
Been having visions of your silhouette
A shadow in a window in perfect symmetry
Feels like I'm living a past life in my head
I remember it vividly
We were diamonds and runaways on freight trains
All we needed was a song and a sunset to chase
We dreamed of packing everything and heading West
We dreamed
Don't make me go back
I can't lay anymore flowers by a stone
By the Potomac
Don't make me go back
I can't put on a smile for all our old friends
Pretend nothing's different
Don't make me go back
Because I'm torn to pieces
By every inch of pavement
Don't make me go back
This isn't where I came from
Everything is different
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3. |
Grass Stains
04:06
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Bottles strewn across the floor
Your dress is hanging up on the bedroom door
You're sleeping, I'm writing you a note to leave by your bedside
It's not hard to see the mess in the early morning light
A vase fell off its table, the flowers wilted overnight
I look around the room one last time before I slip outside
We can only fake it for a summer or two
You're just lying to me and I'm just lying to you
All the pretty girls are dressing up
To wander the streets like ghosts
Free spirits lined up at the bars by the boys who wanna take em home
And I'm far away and alone, staring out the window
Wondering what you're doing and who's gonna take you home
Take you home
We can only fake it for a summer or two
You're just lying to me and I'm just lying to you
Things used to be so easy
We sat beneath the scarlet oaks and you rolled down those hills with me
But October came eventually and I'm left with dead leaves
And grass stains I can't get out of my jeans
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4. |
Samson's House
04:50
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It's such a long trip coming home by train
And after a couple hours I'm tired of the landscape
So i pulled out a notebook full of songs about the good old days
Those early summer evenings when we would just hang around
Passing out together under trees behind a playground
Unafraid of everything the world was gonna throw our way
We lived in sunlit backyards at the summer's end
With all our old friends, With all our old friends
We hid ourselves away from the sober days ahead
Drinking whiskey in Samson's house again
Do you remember the night we told ghost stories
A few blocks from your house in that patch of trees
We pretended we were in the deepest densest forest, so nobody would hear our secrets
About how scared you were of getting older, how scared we were to leave
So I let you fall asleep there on my shoulder and I kept you company
We kept the world away for a little while
We lived in sunlit backyards at the summer's end
With all our old friends, With all our old friends
We hid ourselves away from the sober days ahead
Drinking whiskey in Samson's house again
And the town where we grew up closes its eyes and falls asleep
As kids pull off from parking lots and the ones they couldn't keep
Like smoke into the sky the things we love will fade away
But at least we'll always have those sunny days
At least we'll always have those sunny days
We lived in sunlit backyards at the summer's end
With all our old friends, With all our old friends
We hid ourselves away from the sober days ahead
Drinking whiskey in Samson's house again
Drinking whiskey in Samson's house again
Drinking whiskey in Samson's house again
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5. |
Songs About The Suburbs
05:06
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I started smoking again since you died
Falling back into bad habits, sleeping every couple nights
I kept the pack we stole on the last night I saw you
Its still sitting there by my bedside
You got your last taste of sunlight and I hope it was sweet
And I hope you thought of me when you felt the cool grass underneath your feet
Cherry blossoms blooming in the place we were raised
I hope you were happy
We were once untouchable
It felt like nothing was impossible
Singing songs about the suburbs with all the windows down
As I drove you all around this town
I've heard that time heals all wounds but it just tore us apart
I barely talk to the people I used to love with all my heart
These photographs are just mediocre portraits of people I don't recognize
In my backyard
We were once untouchable
It felt like nothing was impossible
Singing songs about the suburbs with all the windows down
As I drove you all around this town
So I left flowers and a letter by your grave
It said I'm sorry if I ever hurt you and I think about you every day
Flowers and a letter by your grave
I'm sorry if I ever hurt you and I think about you every day
I think about you every day.
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