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Teksty: Another Day Late. The Lead Is On.

Make a point to spread the pulsing lights from shining stars
Staring down from far above where you think nothing goes wrong
Split off reflections from paper targets
All this practice makes me think to finally use live shells

Where's your spirit?
When you call on me to jump in
I'm no hero
Is this the one bothering you?

Oh the lead is on
Now more than ever
Bridged by alcohol
Now we're far from home

Share a side where you lie
Acting like this is the first time
That every warning sign was there
While honestly I couldn't care
Less about the soot left in my hands
Or the burning shells

Of her kick -


You did this yourself
Initiate? I'm not the one
Couldn't fake it
I just stretched out my arms

Oh the lead is on
Now more than ever
Bridged by alcohol
Now we're far from home

Oh you sweet thing
All those years ago you wouldn't be caught dead if you tried
Worrying
There's enough out there to look forward to without me
And all the beautiful investments you could ever make without dropping a dime
When all he wants is you time, oh-

The lead is on
Now more than ever
Bridged by alcohol
Now we're far from home

Another Day Late