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Intro (B.S.R.)
01:03
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Now that it's over, and I can see...
My friends can finally have faith in me.
Yay.
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Do you remember the first song that I wrote for you, my friend? It was hurtful and direct.
But the truth is, I wrote those insults to myself.
You were there for me... I should have listened to my friends.
I've got something to get off my chest, but don't think I'll ever say it
unless I just write this down:
I'm sorry for the shit I put you through
and I love you, man.
So let's sit back and talk about
all the times we didn't talk about
we let our silence do the talking.
And only time would tell me that I wasn't special;
she wanted out, and I let her have her way.
And I think that we all know she wasn't worth it
you would know... you had her first.
I've got something to get off my chest, but don't think I'll ever say it
unless I just write this down:
I'm sorry for the shit I put you through
and I love you, man.
So let's sit back and talk about
all the times we didn't talk about
we let our silence do the talking.
We'll have a drink and toast to that
bullet we dodged a few years back
we'll let our smiles do the talking.
So let's sit back and talk about
all the times we didn't talk about
we let our silence do the talking.
We'll have a drink and toast to that
bullet we dodged a few years back
the bullet we dodged...
WE KNOW WE'RE BETTER OFF.
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This is a song to all my friends and my family
to say I'm sorry.
I'm not that fucked up anymore
So I can say it: man, I was bat-shit crazy
and I missed out on so much.
But hey, I'm retracing my mistakes
and it won't happen again
You abandon all hope when you abandon your friends.
Sometimes you get lucky
Sometimes your friends choose you.
I owe it all to my friends but
Orwell and Vonnegut did their part to save me too.
I know the bottom,
I have been there before.
It's so much brighter at the surface.
And hey, I'm erasing my mistakes
it won't happen again
You abandon all hope when you abandon your friends.
Sometimes you get lucky
Sometimes your friends choose you.
Why do kamikazes strap on helmets...?
...
Lisa held me while my face turned pasty white
Rossi and RJ, they hid all the knives
(but Mom, and Dad, and both my sisters,
I hurt them most of all)
and I've been meaning to say I'm sorry
for such a long, long time
(I'm sorry I made you cry, it won't happen again
no I won't let you down.)
I'm not perfect, but I think I could give it a try
and starting today, I'm not gonna let you down.
...and I have broken promises before,
but this time I won't let you down
not anymore.
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You're flying far too high, little starlet
Shoot for the stars, but keep gravity in mind.
But you fly higher
and there's nothing I can do but
just hope you see me.
I'll leave the light on for you
when you get home, I'll be in bed.
Why do you always have to catch the red-eye?
You're running your tank too dry, little starlet
And there are no bars that serve jet fuel in this city
You will tire
for the higher you climb
the farther you fall.
If you're running low on empty promises
I am full of them
(you know I'm full of it)
...
You pilot your tiny red rocket with ambition
but baby, you're no astronaut
and I know that's not your mission.
So come fall into me
Relax and reconvene
An airbase to call your own
Just come and wrap your arms around me
I'm taking off at 0730.
A few hours rest, then take off. Fly away.
But tonight...
Delay. Please stay.
You're flying far too high, little starlet.
Shoot for the stars, but keep me in mind.
A few hours rest, then take off. Fly away.
But tonight...
Just stay with me.
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5. |
Play It Back
00:56
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