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from We Live by Up In Smoke

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Fuck

These faces remind of us home
And what it's like to be alone

Knifes hidden, knuckles all white
These anthems tell us it will be alright
We all fighting the good fight
But when it comes down to it we all stick tight

They don't know we're we've been
Grew up in the middle of sin

Our lives might be fucked but at least we have each other
When it comes down to it, I call these men, brothers

It's 5 o'clock somewhere but 6 o'clock here

Drink to forget. Forget to learn
There is no comfort like southern

These faces remind of us home
And what it's like to be alone

So let it be known
You better change up your tone
Before you step into our home
In the 870

When there's nothing left, when what we love no longer exists
You will find me
You will find us
Doing what we do best

There is no comfort like southern

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from We Live, released October 31, 2016

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