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Welcome home outcasts Because I know how you have Felt over the years The truth is that Looking at me is like Looking in the mirror And I know how it feels To be the best part Of a running joke To all of your friends And to be on the edge of your bed With your head buried in your hands Wishing that everything would end I know how it feels to be the loneliest Welcome back outcasts Because I've told myself That it would be alright Probably about a million times Over every minute of all of my life I know how it feels To be so confused That you're so far out of control And to be on the edge of your bed With your head buried in your hands Wishing that everything would end I know how it feels to be the loneliest So you sit and wait for a sign That the coming days will be alright And you drink So you can forget another night Bruised from the blackouts And your blood red eyes Try to start looking For the brighter side Wait for a sign Wait for a sign Wait for a sign Welcome home Everything will be alright And I know how it feels To be the best part Of a running joke all of your life Welcome home... Outcasts welcome home Outcasts welcome home Outcasts welcome home Welcome home... |
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| 2. |
| 3:21 |
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Ive been down Wandering past 2nd Street and looking at the ghosts Of you and me and thinking back on all those memories Of how we used to be Ive been hearing I hear those voices over the noises of the breaking glass And all those plans we had to get us through, Theyre never coming true I hope and hope That you wont forget Im hoping Hope you know that I can clearly see The ghosts of you and me And Im a moved on memory And youre still alive And Im still getting by On these dead end streets The ghosts of you and me Im still talking, talk of what well do To the ghosts of me and you And Im still looking back into the past When we were all we had I hope and hope That you wont forget Im hoping Hope you know that I hope you wont forget I hope you know that Ill always regret Those things Ive said I hope you know that I can clearly see The ghosts of you and me And youre still alive And Im still getting by On these dead end streets The ghosts of you and me |
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| 3. |
| 3:06 |
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And I swear it's the last time,
And I swear it's my last try. And we'll walk in circles around this whole block, Walk on the cracks on the same old sidewalks. And we'll talk about leaving town, Yeah we'll talk about leaving. I swear it's the last time, And I swear it's my last try... We rode across that bridge all night, we talked our way through city lights. Traced all the lines, We're killing time, Under those buzzing signs. From downtown to anywhere but here, Tonight, yeah, I swear, To these rooftops, And just hoped that car would never stop. And I swear, it's the last time, And I swear it's my last try. And we'll walk in circles around this whole block, Walk on the cracks on the same old sidewalks. And we'll talk about leaving town, And we'll talk about leaving. I swear it's the last time, And I swear it's my last try. We drove around this place all night, Past closed signs and familiar sights. We're moving by, passing time, Counting those center lines. With 20,000 lines left to go, What lead to somewhere, I don't know, It might be the time, that we, leave this all behind. And I swear, it's the last time, And I swear it's my last try. And we'll walk in circles around this whole block, Walk on the cracks on the same old sidewalks. And we'll talk about leaving town, And we'll talk about leaving. I swear it's the last time, And I swear it's my last try. And there's been a few times, That we thought it felt right, To take the westbound signs, And just leave town tonight. And I swear, itc12 |
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| 4. |
| 3:08 |
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Ive come to my senses that Ive become senseless I could give you lessons how to ruin your friendships Every last conviction I smoked them all away Ive drank my frustrations, down the drain, out of the way So I sit and wait and wonder, Does anyone else feel like me Someone so tired of their routines And disappearing self esteems Ill sing along with every emergency Just sing along Im the king of catastrophes Im so far gone that deep down inside I think Its fine by me, Im my own worst enemy I could be an expert on codependency I could write the best book on underage tragedy Ive been spending my time at the local liquor store Ive been sleeping nightly on my best friends kitchen floor So I sit and wait and wonder, Does anyone else feel like me Im so overdosed on apathy And burnt out on sympathy Ill sing along with every emergency Just sing along Im the king of catastrophes Im so far gone that deep down inside I think Its fine by me, Im my own worst enemy Let the meanings slip away Lost my faith in another day Self-deprecation seems okay I never though Id make it anyway |
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| 5. |
| 2:20 |
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These are all the reasons why Ill be exploding tonight And why this chip on my shoulder feel like a mile wide Its from the overwork, overtime compromise So Im looking tonight For some piece of mind Maybe then Ill find Some strength inside Cause Ive lost any hope of ever changing Im a short fuse burning And remember who I Who I used to be Just this one trick ponys so strung out on routine Stuck on repeat, like you wouldnt even believe So Im looking tonight For some piece of mind Maybe then Ill find Some strength inside Cause Ive lost any hope of ever changing Im a short fuse burning Hey everybody dont forget me Hey everybody dont forget me I forgot who I used to be And Im a short fuse burning Im so close to exploding |
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| 6. |
| 2:38 |
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So you say, all you white flags are up And that youve had enough And youre tired of collecting dust You say everything always looks the same And you need a brand new face To match a brand new place You say your distress calls have gone out And your ship is going down Well, I say it to myself all the time Stop living half a life and stop Feeling like Im half alive I cant get enough; Im not satisfied Ive wasted my time with this daily grind In single file lines, is this real life? I keep telling myself sometimes what matters is on the inside Do you remember when we had all the answers And can you really remember When we wished anything better Does it feel like its been forever, Does it feel like a broken record, Head full of yesterdays You keep wishing your life away You cant keep looking over your own shoulder Things will never look up unless you start to look forward I cant get enough; Im not satisfied Ive wasted my time with this daily grind In single file lines, is this real life? I keep telling myself sometimes what matters is on the inside I cant get enough; Im not satisfied Ive wasted my time with this daily grind I cant get enough; Im just getting by I cant stand this design for our bitter lives I keep feeling lost, Im not satisfied With traffic lights and turnpikes And these tired eyes I cant get enough; Im not satisfied Ive wasted my time with this daily grind In single file lines, is this real life? I keep telling myself sometimes what matters is on the inside |
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| 3:00 |
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All my friends always talk about The stories of moving on and getting out Then packing up and heading south Their heads full of hopes and dreams Theyre just like me My friends arent going anywhere My friends all act so unaware Now they have to face Their best plans have all gone up in flames Theyre just looking for something to take To break up the day to day and all its Loneliness, vacant space The tragedy of minimum wage All my friends always talk about The stories of moving on and getting out Then packing up and heading south Their heads full of hopes and dreams Theyre just like me My friends are worried about last calls And working jobs at shopping malls Because theyre in between A mixed up pride and apathy So tonight theyll talk of calling in Calling in with bitter grins Laughing at the state theyre in What a mess, Im just like them All my friends always talk about The stories of moving on and getting out Then packing up and heading south Their heads full of hopes and dreams Theyre just like me So theyre sleep walking their way through life Sitting there and getting by Like all the other friends of mine Wishing for something more Wishing for something more All my friends always talk about The stories of moving on and getting out Then packing up and heading south Their heads full of hopes and dreams Theyre just like me |
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| 8. |
| 3:32 |
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Dear mom and dad, Ive been making plans To leave this house and yes Im sure So lock the door, and turn the front porch lights out After all the endless fights The whos been wrong and whos been right We just never saw eye to eye So theres no need to apologize Dont wait up, Ill be fine If you could see inside my head Maybe youd understand That Im better off Im better off gone Dear mom and dad, Ive been making plans To leave this house and yes Im sure That nothings wrong, so just be strong on my way out After all the endless fights The whos been wrong and whos been right We just never saw eye to eye So theres no need to apologize Dont wait up, Ill be fine If you could see inside my head Maybe youd understand That Im better off cause we dont see eye to eye |
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| 9. |
| 2:55 |
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By this time tomorrow Youll be out on the streets of Chicago Walking all the way home from commuter trains By this time tomorrow Youll be back at home in Chicago At the bars until they close Back at places that youve known and Itll be skylines and rooftops And its gonna be crowded tourist stops So its goodbye To your brand new life So its good luck Best wishes to your black lung By this time tomorrow Youll be walking home thru Chicago Past the nine to five crowds underneath Those unused fire escapes By this time tomorrow Youll be at the bars in Chicago Back with people that you know Going places you used to go Its gonna be skylines and rooftops And its gonna be crowded tourist stops So its goodbye To your brand new life So its good luck Best wishes to your black lung So when youre leaving the party just to beat the crowd Just make sure that youre the first one out |
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| 3:14 |
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She's gonna break soon
With so many problems in her life It really comes as no surprise She's gonna break soon She's gonna break Welcome to her busy, dizzy life Of going out and getting high And following all the latest trends While shedding all her oldest friends It's been weeks worth of weekend When fake ID's and fake passions Are her best friends She's gonna break soon With so many problems in her life It really comes as no surprise She's gonna break soon She's gonna break She's been thinking, wishing she could hide From the girls with the comments passing by It's the boys and bars on Friday night That replace the emptiness inside She'll be spending her whole weekend Faking laughs and faking smiles With her fake friends She's gonna break soon With so many problems in her life It really comes as no surprise She's gonna break soon She's gonna break The promises you made back home Are crumbled like the goodbye notes And last night's dirty clothes Are on the floor next to the phone It's been disconnected months ago No calls from your friends back home You lost your point of view Now it's got the best of you She's gonna break soon With so many problems in her life It really comes as no surprise She's gonna break soon She's gonna break |
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| 3:04 |
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Theres a black cloud over this house Thats been around for three years now Theres a thunderstorm inside And it wont go away Thats why they call it a union Thats why they call it a union So both of you please forgive me tonight Thats why they call it a union So please forgive me tonight I remember him turning around He said, Son, Ill be leaving now, I cant be the person that you want me to be And then she said, So things are ending now, I knew youd be walking out, You cant be the person that you want me to be. Three years of all the arguments Three years of all this silence Has been enough, to last me a lifetime Three years of all the arguments Three years of all this pain Thats why they call it a union Thats why they call it a union So both of you please forgive me tonight Thats why they call it a union So please forgive me tonight I cant look at the pictures anymore Because I know how its run its course And I know how the story ends I know it ends Theres a black cloud over this house Thats been around for three years now Theres a thunderstorm inside And another fight tonight Theres a black cloud over this house Thats been around for three years now Theres a thunderstorm inside And it wont go away; no it wont go away |
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| 12. |
| 2:17 |
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Hello six pack of confidence Been so many nights since we first met Glad to see youve brought all your friends For another night of plastic cup politics Hello Mr. Six Pack of confidence Im glad to see youve already met Ms. Twelve ounces of loneliness And Mr. Plastic cup politics I see youre under the influence Of warm beer and the comfort of all your friends And I see that Mr. Loud Mouth has had his 40 ounce And will pass out I have no doubt So drop your plastic cups and clear our clouded heads I keep asking myself if they realize That their fears are really just the same as mine Do they know all their insecurities Are the same ones that are inside of me As people come and go Do they know theyre really not alone? And the life of the party just left I guess I couldnt cure his emptiness Like all the rest So drop your plastic cups and clear your clouded heads Here we are, another wasted night And I am right along the side Of forty sets of bloodshot eyes And plastic smiles miles wide Match plastic cups well leave behind Its just another night of plastic cup politics So drop your empty cups and clear your clouded heads |
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| 13. |
| 4:54 |
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You told me that your 20 years
Has gone by much too fast And you've been hoping this year will be Better than the last You said you've been waging a war Against the lonelist of nights With the strongest drinks and longest lines Its not that big a surprise That you're feeling more dead than alive x2 So I'll let you know If you need somewhere to go I'll be listening when you call and i'll be there if you fall off If you need someone to believe in you I'll let you know I will You said the whole in your head has gotten bigger than the hole thats in your chest And you're stuck between the past and present tense Said you've been waging a war against so many years of lies With stronger drinks and longer lines Its not that big a surprise That you're feeling more dead than alive x2 So I'll let you know If you need somewhere to go I'll be listening when you call and i'll be there if you fall off If you need someone to believe in you I'll let you know I will But sometimes you gotta let it go So this pen is starting to become A pipe bomb and these songs Have turned to anthems again To everything that's changed and to everything that's gone away Here are my condolences tot he future I never met It's gone and never coming back, it's not coming back So don't hold on to your past, you gotta let it go. 'Cause friends leave as time fades away The people and the places along the way Without a doubt Screws fall in and screws they fall out! Tomorrow's gone up in smoke And I wonder when I'm alone Where'd my convictions go So to everyone that's gone away Or fades away or stays the same Here are my apologies to the person that I used to be Before I burned down every bridge and every inch Of everything I used to know, I gotta let it go Friends leave as time fades away The people and the places along the way So don't hold on to your past No, it's never coming back, you gotta let it go! |
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| 14. |
| 3:41 |
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Mother told me, yes,she told me I'd meet girls like you. She also told me, "Stay away, you'll never know what you'll catch." Just the other day I heard a soldier falling off some Indonesian junk that's going round. Mommy's alright, Daddy's alright, they just seem a little weird. Surrender, surrender, but don't give yourself away, ay, ay, ay. Father says, "Your mother's right, she's really up on things." "Before we married, Mommy served in the WACS in the Philippines." Now, I had heard the WACS recruited old maids for the war. But mommy isn't one of those, I've known her all these years. Mommy's alright, Daddy's alright, they just seem a little weird. Surrender, surrender, but don't give yourself away, ay, ay, ay. Whatever happened to all this season's losers of the year? Ev'ry time I got to thinking, where'd they disappear? When I woke up, Mom and Dad are rolling on the couch. Rolling numbers, rock and rolling, got my Kiss records out. Mommy's alright, Daddy's alright, they just seem a little weird. Surrender, surrender, but don't give yourself away, ay, ay, ay. Away. Away. |
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