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The Rocket Summer Of Men And Angels B Sides

and got nothing good at Son, I was wrong they were right And now every if and every why Lay my head on the line every if and every why And it hurts and

shoulder I never thought back then I'd lose touch its so hard to remember we tell our stories of joy and tragedies and I leave and it steals and all

eyes and got nothing good at Son, I was wrong they were right And now every if and every why Lay my head on the line every if and every why And it hurts and

it might be slow And what would I ever do If I did not have you To hold me back From throwing in the towel and not looking back On everything you have done And