Flustered the targets on the range
In flocks that faith succeed
It's not the ones that turn your head
But more the ones you feel
Someone's always listening
Someone's coming
Gotta get away from here
Someone slowly dies
I rely on the photograph
And I know
If all our memories are as damaged as this
We can swear to never tell anyone now
We ride in the future and the journals I keep
Holding on to what the past never was
Settle with a list
Start a list
Start again
Start a list
Start a list
Start a list
Start a
Out of my relapse
Misguided shots in the same pain
Who knows what I've revealed
That's not some blurry drunken mess
This time is something fucking real
Someone's always listening
Someone's coming
Gotta get away from here
Someone slowly dies
I rely on the photograph
And I know
If all our memories are as damaged as this
We can swear to never tell anyone now
We ride in the future and the journals I keep
Holding on to what the past never was
I told you don't waste your time
Soldier don't get your hopes too high
Waiting for just the ride but still less your time
Hallellujah
Hallellujah, oh yeah
If all our memories are as damaged as this
We can swear to never tell anyone now
We ride in the future and the journals I keep
Holding on to what the past never was
Keep holding on
Keep holding on
Keep holding on
Keep holding on
Keep holding on!
Keep holding on
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