1. |
The Same (acoustic)
02:55
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We all live the same way, except we don't
We all die the same way, except we won't
I've been trying to tell you, we're not the same
We all breathe the same way, until we don't
We all show our shame, but you won't see mine
I've been hiding out way too long to come undone
We're the same but we aren't
Everything is not your fault
We're the same but we aren't
We all run away from the pain
We all cry the same way
Salty tears are falling
I've been driving way too fast for too long
We're the same but we aren't
Everything is not your fault
We're the same but we aren't, but we aren't
Ohhh, Ohhh, OoOoOooh, OooOoh
We're the same but we aren't
Everything is not your fault
We're the same but we aren't, but we aren't
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2. |
Rain
03:16
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It's colder on this side of town
When the rain falls we drown
We pour our hearts into a glass and we drink it down
We take turns back and forth reliving when we were young
Our breath is wasted on the air but these lungs don't seem to care
Stop there and open up, I wanna see what these ideas are made of
Think out loud with some heart or these open wounds will scar
Stop there and open up, I wanna see what these ideas are made of
Think out loud with your heart or these open wounds will scar
We took a trip to our old spot, out of gas so we walked
The paint still chips on the tracks where we used to cross
That old train came and left, said goodbye to a stolen friend
And life's too short to hold on when you're clearly gone
Stop there and open up, I wanna see what these ideas are made of
Think out loud with some heart or these open wounds will scar
Stop there and open up, I wanna see what these ideas are made of
Think out loud with your heart or these open wounds will scar
We sabotage our lives by pushing way too hard
Stretched out and ripped apart just waiting for the thrill of the fall
Take a step back and stay away from the edge
These open wounds are broken promises we swear we'll mend
Stop there and open up, I wanna see what these ideas are made of
Think out loud with some heart or these open wounds will scar
Stop there and open up, I wanna see what these ideas are made of
Think out loud with your heart or these open wounds will scar
Open wounds will scar, open wounds will scar, open wounds will scar
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3. |
Fix Me (Acoustic)
03:03
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These months have felt like moving pictures
On repeat, in black and white
They're mostly grey with a hint of blue
I'm painting better pictures for you
Why don't you fix me up?
Why don't you make me clean?
Why don't you turn me into your daydream?
x2
All of the broken up phone calls
Couldn't make me say goodbye
Couldn't fix this if we tried
But we will, just maybe not tonight
Why don't you fix me up?
Why don't you make me clean?
Why don't you turn me into your daydream?
x2
I don't, I don't want any of this
I won't, I won't give into it
We're so much better than we are
The aftermath of those old scars
Yeah, we can fix this if we try
x3
Why don't you fix me up?
Why don't you make me clean?
Why don't you turn me into your daydream?
x3
Yeah, I don't, I don't want any of this
I won't, I won't give into it
We're so much better than we are
The aftermath of those old scars
Yeah, we can fix this if we try
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4. |
Yesterday
02:59
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Talking myself down from the rage
Finding courage to get back on stage
Turning mistakes into doubt
These things I cannot live without
Oh no, oh no, I cannot live without
We know it won't be alright
But it's okay, we survived yesterday
And we know it won't be alright
But it's okay, we survived yesterday
Telling everyone "I'm just dandy"
Well that saying's old, so is my soul
And I'm tired of being tired all the damn time
With no rewind, I'm stuck in my mind
We know it won't be alright
But it's okay, we survived yesterday
And we know it won't be alright
But it's okay, we survived yesterday
It's alright if things don't go your way
You're alive, you'll have another day
But it won't be alright
But it's okay, we survived yesterday
Oh, we know it won't be alright
But it's okay, we survived another day
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5. |
Battle Cry (Acoustic)
03:04
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I'm not so proud of where I've been or what I have done
Those days that turned into nights before the setting sun
They were wasted, the party's over, I was wasted, what a life
If you asked I'd promise everything was alright, just give it time
Time is wasted
Oh, I can hear your battle cry
Getting stronger than it's ever been in your whole life
Gotta try, gotta try until you, until you win the fight
I hear your battle cry
Reckless years, they're far behind us
And I refuse to have them just to fall back and rely on
Improve, move on, say goodbye and so long
Make it out alive and see how dead wrong you've been all along
Time is wasted
Oh, I can hear your battle cry
Getting stronger than it's ever been in your whole life
Gotta try, gotta try until you, until you win the fight
I hear your battle cry
Ooooh
Battle cry, battle cry, battle cry, your battle cry
Time is wasted
I can hear your battle cry
Getting stronger than it's ever been
Time is wasted
Oh, I can hear your battle cry
Getting stronger than it's ever been in your whole life
Gotta try, gotta try until you, until you win the fight
I hear your battle cry
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Young Lungs Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania
From our lungs, hearts, & hands to your ears. We're a band of musicians and believers. A love of different genres has brought us to make alternative rock with hints of indie pop. We're something else.
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