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Wasted Nights

from Almost There, Brother by Model Home

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Let’s waste the night with a heart attack
Who would’ve thought that this would turn my insides out?
Early collapse because of your hold
The sleepless nights have taken their toll

Your world / Never / Lent me a fucking hand
Why can’t / I see / the roads in front of me?
This life / keeps me / from true identity
Why do I struggle with the past?

Fading fast and coming up short
It’s my roll of the dice, a risk I’ll gladly take
At this stage what can I lose?
The sleepless nights have added up by now

Your world / Never / Lent me a fucking hand
Why can’t / I see / the roads in front of me?
This life / keeps me / from true identity
Why do I struggle with the past?

Handcuffed to my regrets, acquainted with apathy
On this path, I bestowed wasted nights at it's end

Last call, last chance, to salvage what I have
Short climb, cheap lies, when will I fucking learn?
That was, the last, of my integrity
Empty, time shared, bottles stacked to the roof

Starting today – We’ll see how it goes
Sometimes you eat the bar, sometimes the bar eats at you

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from Almost There, Brother, released July 7, 2011

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