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Manchester Orchestra

Genres: Rock

Lead Lyrics - Manchester Orchestra

There are parts of me just stuck inside the grocery 

In the produce aisle with the dead beats 

Rustling trying to look busy but they're high like me 

 

There are parts of you, I see you argue with yourself and I think you're crazy, really 

We're both running out of days, I pray you get by like me 

 

This is temporary, I just heard I'm gonna be a dad 

South Dakota, every winter someone loses it 

I'm lost without a single clue as to where I'm headed 

I wait for her because without her I'm gonna sink 

 

Would you marry me? repeat repeat 

There's no clarity tomorrow 

I'm not even trying to swat those demons away from me 

 

Is it temporary? I don't think I want to be a dad 

Nobody knew today would be the day he loses it 

I'm lost without a single clue as to where I'm heading 

I look for her because without her I'm going to sink 

 

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The snow is piling up, our temporary grid 

It was just like this, this time last year 

There's nothing in the wind, just white up to the trees 

And it's been that way for eternity 

 

The grocery, Elise, thirteen, was buried by your arrow 

Steep shriek of the softball team, it rewinds me 

 

Will you pray for me? repent, repeat 

I'm a clock and a balance beam 

If I die there's nothing I keep that reminds me 

 

Microscopic specks of love being raptured to you 

I heard a sound that was paranormal 

Must've thought I had begged him to bury me 

Bleeding out, better buy one to get one 

 

The snow is piling up, our temporary grid 

It was just like this, this time last year 

There's nothing in the wind, just white up to the trees 

And it's been that way for eternity 

 

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The time has come to abide by your folly 

It's so unusually bright for the scene 

You are the blood in my blood, you pretender 

It took your blood on my blood to believe 

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