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I've been walking around the streets in my town
All the signs and roads become one in the same
While my ancient house creaks and rattles
When I get home, it's hard to get to sleep
I just don't feel right these days

We're constantly waiting
Wide-eyed and hopeful
It's getting darker
And there's frost forming under our feet

And all the children are talking
About how it keeps getting colder and colder
I can see my breath and I have to agree

But there's an upside
They've only seen a small percentage of what I have
And they're already smarter than me

I'll go the long way home
The only way that I know

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P.S. 118 Hamilton Township, New Jersey

Three dudes playin some noodle indie shit in a tiny room.

We all play everything, except Nick who is the only one who knows anything about drums.

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