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Welcome Home, Kiddo

by Our Sunday Affairs

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The Bastion 00:44
2.
We were born here We were born here Why don't you remember Sprouting in April under terrible weather? I searched for god but I found myself Rotting away inside an empty house Everyone's gone or everyone's going To far off lands inside steel cities I put it off but it's not helping Everyone here is so fucking busy Everything's changed or everything's changing I'd cut my hair but it won't stop growing I shout at myself about keeping my chin up My thoughts splinter and spill all of my guts Wasted this youth in tree tops with alcohol I'm not my father, I won't be held responsible How could I ever call this home? The air's too dry and the ground's too cold I'm still too stupid to not dig holes And I can't split their thoughts from my own
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The summer Shot herself in front me "These things take time" Were the only words she ever left for me Rebuild her body from my memory Rebuild your body from my memory Face the facts, these facets of life are fading way too fast Fight growing pains that haunt me on trains, watch the whole world pass I can feel the daylight Coming through your bedroom door And I know the night time Can't be our refuge anymore Face the facts, these facets of life are fading way too fast Fight growing pains that haunt me on trains, watch the whole world pass The summer Shot herself in front of me "These things take time" Were the only words she ever left for me Rebuild Her body From my Memory
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Combo Move 01:50
Everyone Is out of their fucking minds But then where does that give me the right When I'm colored in outside the lines Now you're Staring at me When you Should be staring at your feet Everyone Is out of their fucking minds But then where does that give me the right When I'm colored in outside the lines Reconcile, come back home and stay a while
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I'm the son Of my mom and dad And it shows In the way I'll never get a chance To settle with my surroundings Or even be remotely happy I'm tired of this fucking bullshit I'm tired of feeling homesick Under the sky that swallowed all my friends It's eating away at me and there isn't that much left It's starting to out grow the hole punched in my chest From when I ripped out my heart and held it above my head I'll root up all the trees I'll rake up all the leaves Because How greedy would it be To act like I believe That I deserve to live the life I lead
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Cut all The strings That tie You to Italy Breadcrumb trails and untied shoes Shortcuts home, we've no time to lose Straighten Your posture Friendships We foster With a Cigarette In our Pockets This is all we have left We'll keep on waiting for it A place to call home Without holding our breath

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Gettin' older, growin' up.

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released October 12, 2011

Jake wrote all the vocals and lyrics
Tom wrote all the guitar and helped with the lyrics
Ryan wrote all the drums
Donald wrote all the bass

Recorded, mixed and master by Dan Pilla at Bad Lab.

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Our Sunday Affairs New Jersey

Four piece emo/indie made up of kids who shouldn't have ended up in a four piece emo/indie band but did anyways.

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