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[golfmasterken]

The time has come for colds
And overcoats
We're quiet on the ride
We're all just waiting to get home
Another week away
My greatest fear
I need the smell of summer
I need its noises in my ears
If looks could really kill
Then my profession would be staring
Know we do this cause we care
Not for the thrill
Collect calls to home
To tell them that I realize that everyone who lives will someday die and die alone
And we won't let you in
Though we're down and out
No, we won't let you in
(You win)
(You win)
(You win)
Wrote more postcards than hooks
I read more maps than books
Feel like every chance to leave is another chance I should have took
Every minute is a mile
I've never felt so hollow
I'm an old abandoned church
With broken pews and empty aisles
My secrets for a buck
Watch me as I cut myself wide open
On this stage
Yes, I am paid
To spill my guts
I won't see home till spring
Oh, I would kill for the Atlantic
But I am paid to make girls panic while I sing
And we won't let you in
Though we're down and out
No, we won't let you in
And we won't let you in
We don't want what isn't ours
We won't let you in
You win
(You win)
(You win)
(Oh well)
(Oh well)
(Oh well)
And the coastline is quiet
While we're quietly losing control
And we're silent but sure
We invented the cure
That will wash out my memories
The harpoon's loaded
The cage is lowered
The water's red
Like you
(Like you)
And we won't let you in
Though we're down and out
No, we won't let you in
And we won't let you in
We don't want what isn't ours
We won't let you in
You win
(You win)
(You win)