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Typewriter tell me what year it was
Typing to the rhythm of a century on the cusp.
We were out there smoking on the sidewalks
We were lovers drinking to another song on the jukebox
Don't kill all the beautiful things
I was searching for truth, in the dust of my days
I was so lost, and I was so young.
Cinematic, I was cynical on the city bus
literary wrote lyrics like I thought I was
we were sleeping racing for the future
bicycle tires spinning revolution.
Don't kill all the beautiful things
I was searching for truth, in the dust of my days
I was so lost, and I was so young.
The city was sweating in the summer heat
I wrote melodies of regret to a def and empty street
I was so lonely it started to rain,
the lightning and thunder were singing my name
I thought those songs could save me.
I thought those songs could save me.
Don't kill all the beautiful things
I was searching for truth, in the dust of my days
I was so lost, and I was so young.
We were so lost, and we were so young.
DON'T KILL ALL THE BEAUTIFUL THINGS.
- Album:
- Metropole
- News From Yalta (EP)
- Cocktails & Dreams
- A Guided Tour of Chicago
- Buttsweat And Tears
- The Greatest Story Ever Told
- Apathy and Exhaustion
- Ghost Stories
- Present Day Memories
- Metropole (Deluxe Edition)
- You Are Here
- Seventeener (17th and 37th)
- Plea for Peace: Take Action, Vol. 2
- Mass Destruction
- Oh! Calcutta!
- Rock Sound, Volume 107
- Free Fat Sampler
- Punk Rawk Explosion, Volume 31
- Anti-Floyd: The Terrier State
- Pop Punk Loves You Too