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Writing On The Walls
Lyrics 
Maybe we?
Why don't we sit right here for half an hour?
We'll speak of what a waste I am
And how we messed up it again
full lyrics... 
Maybe we?
Why don't we sit right here for half an hour?
We'll speak of what a waste I am
And how we messed up it again
full lyrics... 
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Features Of This Song
hard rock roots
punk influences
a subtle use of vocal harmony
minor key tonality
electric rhythm guitars
an unintelligible vocal delivery

These are just a few of the hundreds of attributes cataloged for this song by the Music Genome Project.
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I'll hope to God
I'll hope to God you come down
Hear me through then I swear I'll go
I remember your presence
You're almost gone and I'm okay
How can you try to place us all
I still see your sorrow
Back home
We're thinking back on the things I've said
Back home, alone
Why don't we sit right here for half an hour?
You must do what they show you
My seconds just stand still
Maybe we?
Songwriters: Grant Brandell, Spencer Chamberlain, Christopher Dudley, Aaron Gillespie, Timothy Mctague, James Smith
I swear we need to find some comfort in this run down place
And part of them will be waiting there
We walk alone, we walk alone
We walk alone, we walk alone
We walk alone, we walk alone
You to move on, move on!
I'm thinking back on the things I've said
And how we messed up it again
Publishers: 814 STOPS HERE, WB MUSIC CORP.
I'll hope to God you feel this now
To give you time to be afraid
To fit the shape of until we break?
At this rate we can't give up
I'll hope to God you come down
I know there must be some way out of here
We'll speak of what a waste I am
And I try, I try
Put over your face again
To preach the cup of this constant state that we live in
Falling down, yeah
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