Dashboard Confessional - The places you have come to fear the most

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Buried deep as you can dig inside yourself,
and covered with a perfect shell,
such a charming beautiful exterior.

This is one time
that you can t fake it hard enough to please everyone or anyone at all.
And the grave that you refuse to leave
the refuge that you ve built to flee
the places you have come to fear the most.

Buried deep as you can dig inside yourself,
and hidden in the public eye.
Such a stellar monument to loneliness.
Laced with brilliant smiles and shining eyes
and perfect makeup but you re barely scraping by.

Inne utwory

  • The ghost of a good thing
  • Rapid hope loss
  • For Justin
  • Again i go unnoticed
  • Anyone, anyone
  • So beautiful
  • This bitter pill
  • I do
  • Hey girl
  • Keep watch for the mines
  • Road rules apply
  • Living in your letters
  • This old wound
  • The sharp hint of new tears
  • I need a sure thing
  • Brilliant dance
  • Awake
  • Losowe utwory

    And i lust

    Wandering aimlessly through dead filled fields
    Rewards are just. who knows what absence yields?

    By the golden beauty of dusk
    and the sun low in our sky
    By the haunting shadows of trees
    and graves, mesmerised am I

    Searching deep inside trying...

    What becomes a legend most

    What becomes a legend most
    when she s alone in a hotel lobby
    What becomes a legend most
    some bad champagne and some foreign bottled beer

    What becomes a legend most
    when the musicians have come and then leave her
    What becomes a...

    Trouble is a friend

    Trouble will find you
    No matter where you go
    Oh, oh
    No matter if you re fast
    No matter if you re slow
    Oh, oh
    The eye of the storm
    wanna cry in the morn
    Oh, oh
    You re fine for a while
    But you start
    To lose control

    He s there in the dark
    He s there in my heart
    He waits in...

    Time tonight

    For changing lines
    I ve got no time tonight
    In these times the wind surpasses the tide
    when the wake ups hard to find
    dreams make up for your life
    This crazy shine it never lets you die
    Growing up
    We become what we want
    Again the moon rises...

    About the south

    Fried pickles, drunk chicken, craw fishing in the creek
    Wild turkey, deer jerky tough as tarzan’s feet
    Hot women skinny swimmin’, barely belly button deep
    Turn muddy river water into sweet, sweet tea
    Hayloft lovin’ in the holler behind the house
    No doubt about what i love about the south

    Loretta lynn, maker’s mark, that’s kentucky...