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Your calloused hands on filthy necks
I saw same in my own head
And your stomach is empty
Like the gun that's in your hands
It's in your hands

I saw you sitting with a ghost
Your hands are wrapped around it's shoulders
And it's cold like this summers been
But it's calm like it was
Like it was

Your bitter roots are set in deep
Your arms are growing poison leaves
I feel the dark that's in your sober eyes
I saw your name on a sign
A month before you died

The house is burning down with no one inside
And you hold it in
Just like the way that you would try to pretend
That your fine again

And you won't
Say another word
And the winter's coming still
So sleep, yeah sleep
I hope there's room for me when I get there

The house is burning down with no one inside
And you hold it in
Just like the way that you would try to pretend
That your fine again

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from Death In The Family, released November 25, 2014

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Gardens Chicago, Illinois

Illinois Indie Rock / Grunge-Pop
ilana | jordan | jackson | jake

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