Bright Eyes Darkened

Slobberbone

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    You say that love is everything
    Then you turn around and sing about all your painful moments
    How in the end they didn't care for the memories you shared
    Your despair and inner torment
    Yeah well wait a minute, friend, stop before you begin
    We've heard this one before
    So you're on a downward slide, but you've seen the other side
    You can't ask for more
    The end of summer's in the air
    Do you remember when you cared about friends and change of season
    And a guitar was in your hands, and you played in twenty bands
    And you never needed no reason
    Yeah well stop a minute there, why should anyone else care?
    They've all got holes to plug
    She's a shovel in your hands, she's a pail of sand
    Someone you once dug

    You say you gave it all you could and did everything you should
    And you still wound up defeated
    And all the efforts inbetween don't amount to anything
    Just old mistakes repeated
    And it's probably pretty true but what else you got to do?
    We've all got time to kill
    She's the T.V. ad that lied, the drug you hadn't tried
    She was a perfect little pill

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    I've seen your bright eyes darken
    Eyes that always shone
    So bright I had to close my own

    You say you can't live in the past
    But you're driving there so fast
    Headlights aimed for drinking
    You'll say "I knew it all along", as the bars they pass along
    With the ground below you sinking
    Yeah so stop for three or four, they won't card you at the door
    They've seen you there before
    It's not your favorite place to drink, but a place to stop and think
    Maybe you can't ask for more
    Sputtering and spent and wondering where it all went:
    Your dreams and things you wanted
    You built a space for them inside where the walls are made with pride
    Empty, cold and haunted
    Yeah but who am I to judge or negotiate your grudge
    I should keep my damn mouth closed
    You should call them with the news, tell them they're the one who's screwed
    You just might be right, who knows?

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    Composición: Brent Best

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