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from Bridges, Matches And Gasoline by Halfway To Hell Club

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I remember keeping nervous hands steady,
Convinced myself I was looking showtime ready
Hide these nervous eyes when yours would meet mine
It all started back on Winston Drive

As we sat like refugees by curbside
An oasis from the turbulence in our lives
The conversation went until the sunrise

Because the world had failed us both,
Crushed our dreams and made us both feel small
But I forgot that sense of defeat
That night as you sat there with me

I'm just the quiet type
Nervous and shy
I smile, nod and walk on by

I always seem to fail
The harder I try
I promised myself "not this time"

Two months had passed and I was leading a different life
Sleeping soundly every night
Until you had to go
And now this bed too small for two seems too big hear without you
And I can't sleep at all

Three weeks seemed like an eternity
Did you accidentally pack my sanity
And when are you coming home?
Because I can't sleep alone

Three hundred and thirteen miles
Now separate me from my smile
Three hundred and thirteen miles

Hours away from the end of eternity,
Waiting for the call to end this insanity
Heard your voice on the line

The engine's racing to keep pace
With my pounding heart
It's a familiar beat it's been that way
From the very start


I remember keeping nervous hands steady,
Convinced myself I was looking showtime ready
Hide these nervous eyes

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from Bridges, Matches And Gasoline, released December 21, 2012

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