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Bright Eyes Drunk Kid Catholic Single

lay back down again The drunk kids, the catholics They're all about the same They?re waiting for something Hoping to be saved The drunk kids, the catholics

: So, I?m just the medicine You take when you?re sick You get well and that?s it I?m put back on the shelf in your mirror And it isn?t exceptional The

All eyes on the calendar Another year I claim of total indifference To here, the days pile up With decisions to be made, I'm sure all of them were wrong