LYRIC

When memory is a blank page / and the teeth in your mouth are all chliches / your heart is a bag of rocks / and your soul is a pile of ashes on the sidewalk / there's an eagle scout project / I used to come to feel some kind of magic / and now the story lives / we'll wait out the days /

Wait out the days / 'till death comes to claim anything life didn't already take / you can wait out the days /

The catch 22's are all catching up with you / they're laying all over the middle ground / you're walking on to avoid them and it's too late to turn around / on the corner of morrison / there's a shop that sells bracelets and little glass ornaments / looking in you can feel the magic / and wait out the days /

Wait out the days / 'till death comes to claim anything life didn't already take / you can wait out the days /
Wait out the days / 'till death comes to claim anything that life didn't already take / you can wait out the days /

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