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Your heart is locked in the keystone state,
Beneath the river, shouting tirades from a die-cast safe.
My appendages are far too tired,
To keep with this errant pace.
There you go,
Scabbing up your knees,
And picking fights with all your enemies,
That's just not me.
So, you can find me at the bar
Running my tab two drinks too large,
So, if our night ends in a tussle
My legs won't hold my body up too long.
And I've been holding on,
With every obstacle you've thrown onto
The beaten path I'm on,
I'm staying strong, and as the story goes,
You're nothing better than a footnote,
In a book that's far too old and out of touch.
"Go ahead and make the rounds", you said.
On the surface, you were kicking up the dirt inside my head.
Still, the air was even saltier.
To the water, we absconded in a boat riddled with holes.
There you go,
Scabbing up your knees,
And picking fights with all your enemies,
That's just not me.
So, you can find me at the bar
Running my tab two drinks too large,
So, if our night ends in a tussle
My legs won't hold my body up too long.
And I've been holding on,
With every obstacle you've thrown onto
The beaten path I'm on,
I'm staying strong, and as the story goes,
You're nothing better than a footnote,
In a book that's far too old.
So, I've been holding on,
To every handlebar or flagpole that could keep me on the ground.
And I'm quite sure that as this story goes,
You're the antithesis of perfect,
And it's taken me too long to understand.
credits
from
CH EP2,
released June 1, 2012
Recorded by Brad Cordaro. Performed by Sal Panza and Thomas Vicario
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