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[ti:Dead Factories]
[ar:Austin Lucas]
[al:The Common Cold]
[by:]
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[00:00.00]Dead Factories - Austin Lucas
[00:21.09]I had stayed indoors unless you count the front porch
[00:25.33]Eating little save for cigarettes and fear
[00:30.87]But life was unshield
[00:32.73]Singing come I believe you
[00:35.07]Singing women
[00:36.37]Singing children
[00:37.51]Screaming me
[00:47.98]The home I had made wasn't three years wasted
[00:52.32]But the man that I'd become wasted away
[00:57.73]My thoughts turned more sour
[00:59.75]With each slur I had spouted
[01:02.14]And to reconcile I had to run away
[01:07.04]I was more than a boy
[01:09.45]Though all children will tease
[01:12.09]Screaming friends
[01:13.17]Singing voiceless harmony
[01:17.19]When I was a much younger man
[01:21.77]In a town filled with dead factories
[01:47.00]With June came the rain
[01:48.72]And your mother went crazy
[01:51.34]She was banging on the door while I did sleep
[01:56.42]With all the broken glass and the police sirence passing
[02:01.01]I admit I was afraid to be away
[02:05.77]I have tired old eyes my fear of treat
[02:10.68]Sleepless nights bred by guilt of wicked days
[02:15.38]Tell me here in your arms
[02:17.99]Was I ever that man
[02:20.28]In a town filled with dead factories
[02:25.24]In a town filled with dead factories
[02:30.01]In a town filled with dead factories

文本歌词


Dead Factories - Austin Lucas
I had stayed indoors unless you count the front porch
Eating little save for cigarettes and fear
But life was unshield
Singing come I believe you
Singing women
Singing children
Screaming me
The home I had made wasn't three years wasted
But the man that I'd become wasted away
My thoughts turned more sour
With each slur I had spouted
And to reconcile I had to run away
I was more than a boy
Though all children will tease
Screaming friends
Singing voiceless harmony
When I was a much younger man
In a town filled with dead factories
With June came the rain
And your mother went crazy
She was banging on the door while I did sleep
With all the broken glass and the police sirence passing
I admit I was afraid to be away
I have tired old eyes my fear of treat
Sleepless nights bred by guilt of wicked days
Tell me here in your arms
Was I ever that man
In a town filled with dead factories
In a town filled with dead factories
In a town filled with dead factories

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