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Paperthin Hymn
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When your only friends are hotel rooms
Hands are distant lullabies
If I could turn around I would tonight
These roads never seemed so long
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When your only friends are hotel rooms
Hands are distant lullabies
If I could turn around I would tonight
These roads never seemed so long
full lyrics... 
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Features Of This Song
hard rock roots
a subtle use of vocal harmony
repetitive melodic phrasing
minor key tonality

These are just a few of the hundreds of attributes cataloged for this song by the Music Genome Project.
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To put my arms in fragile hands
I thought you said forever, over and over
Complaints of violins become my only friends
I thought you said forever, over and over
These roads never seemed so long
Leaving me suddenly alone, will daybreak ever come?
Who's gonna drive you home?
Who's gonna call on Sunday morning?
These thoughts run through my head, over and over
To kiss the ones you love goodnight
I just want one more chance
Bring solemn warnings to remember
I just want one more chance
I thought you said forever, over and over
Publishers: THE NOISE IN NATIONAL, THIRSTY MOON RIVER PUBLISHING
You never know what temporal days may bring
These thoughts run through my head, over and over
A sleepless night becomes bitter oblivion
These thoughts run through my head, over and over
If I could turn around I would tonight
Who's gonna drive you home?
Complaints of violins become my only friends
A sleepless night becomes bitter oblivion
Laugh, love, live free, and sing
A sleepless night becomes bitter oblivion
Songwriters: Steven Arnold, Joseph Milligan, Deon Rexroat, Nathan Young
These thoughts run through my head
Hands are distant lullabies
Since your paper heart stopped beating
Who's gonna call on Sunday morning?
Life is in discord, praise ye the Lord
I thought you said forever, over and over
Complaints of violins become my only friends, friends
August evenings
To put my arms in fragile hands
When your only friends are hotel rooms
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