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 ear

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, I tell 'em 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
we won't let you in
win, you win, you win, you win

I wrote more postcards than hooks, I read more maps than books
Feel like every chance to leave's 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 'til spring
well, 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
we won't let you in,
we won't let you in
We don't want what isn't ours, we won't let you in, in
You win, you win...you win

And the coastline is quiet
While we're quietly losing control
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, red. Like...you...yeah...

And we won't let you in though we're down and out
we won't let you in, 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

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