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Dashboard Confessional Alter The Ending

Down in a local bar Out on the Boulevard The sound of an old guitar Is saving you from sinking It's a long way down, It's a long way Back like you never

A line of strands to mark the trail, no one said it would be easy. I must admit I thought the risk was better waged in younger seasons, but all these

Well I know the trouble when the trouble starts. I know the signals of a straying heart. I know the stirrings of a double-cross. I see suspicions arise

I made my slow way home limping on broken bones out of the thickest pine across the county lines on to your wooden stairs I know you can repair I know

It was the year I crashed my motor bike I think it was the summer I think you whispered when you gonna wake up? when you gonna wake up? dear slip

There's things I know I should have mentioned sooner But I didn't know how I'm sorry I lost you I never thought that this could come between us I know

Even now I can smell your clothes Freshly from the wash Still hot from the dryer Even now I can smell your skin As I wrap you in a towel Lay you on

Down in a local bar out on the Boulevard The sound of an old guitar Is saving you from sinking It's a long way down, it's a long way Back like you never

I made my slow way home Limping on broken bones Out of the thickest pine Across the county lines On to your wooden stairs I know you can repair I know