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The Color Morale – This Lost Song Is Yours lyrics
Has the dark been forever calling?
When I stare off alone is the devil with?
I didn't create the disease, I just diagnosed.
I want to be missed, but I just can't go.
No, don't take me back there.
Bury me in a hole in the sky, not in my mind.
No one ever makes it out of life alive,
But that's no excuse for you to not try.
Has the dark been forever calling?
When I take trips alone is the devil with?
I didn't create the disease.
You were created in me.
Our life's a road, not a destination.
In my travels tonight you were my inspiration.
You'll make it past this night more alive.
The cleanest we'll be is the day before
We're burried in soil,
Where we'll make peace with worms.
And I've seen you in dust, but not dirt.
And you'll make your peace, but you still won't know
Where you belong, but I'll be there with you.
The world's tried to
Make me put a hole through my own head
And bury me there.
It would be too easy.
This is the lost, not the last.
I've always needed help.
We all have our scars to show.
They will forever try to close.
We've all made mistakes but grown from.
The last song that you hear will be your own.
When I stare off alone is the devil with?
I didn't create the disease, I just diagnosed.
I want to be missed, but I just can't go.
No, don't take me back there.
Bury me in a hole in the sky, not in my mind.
No one ever makes it out of life alive,
But that's no excuse for you to not try.
Has the dark been forever calling?
When I take trips alone is the devil with?
I didn't create the disease.
You were created in me.
Our life's a road, not a destination.
In my travels tonight you were my inspiration.
You'll make it past this night more alive.
The cleanest we'll be is the day before
We're burried in soil,
Where we'll make peace with worms.
And I've seen you in dust, but not dirt.
And you'll make your peace, but you still won't know
Where you belong, but I'll be there with you.
The world's tried to
Make me put a hole through my own head
And bury me there.
It would be too easy.
This is the lost, not the last.
I've always needed help.
We all have our scars to show.
They will forever try to close.
We've all made mistakes but grown from.
The last song that you hear will be your own.
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