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Texty: Four Year Strong. It's Our Time. This Summer Session.

:
To save me would be a simple way of thanking me
For one day of living
That life that we're supposed to know
A life that you would not let go
And you're still slipping

Come back to me
Come back to all of these
Boardwalk lights, stronger fights

To hold me, to see the way I feel
It's the last time that I'll let you hold me again
I'm breaking away
And I don't want to play your game
You've fallen in my own walk of shame
It's sinking... it's sinking away

Stay away
I want you but you're not what I can have
Taken away

To hold me, to see the way I feel
It's the last time that I'll let you hold me again
I'm breaking away
And I don't want to play your game
You've fallen in my own walk of shame
It's sinking... it's sinking away

You've got me on my knees
Is that what you want to hear? (Is that what you want to hear?)
You've got me, you've got me all wrong
I'll wrong her, I'm never too much for you to handle
We're dying again... I'm breaking away

And I don't want to play your game
You've fallen in my own walk of shame
You're sinking... sinking away, yeah
And I don't want to play your game
You've fallen in my own walk of shame
You're sinking... sinking away