
Tree Village (Bamboozle 2010) Dance Gavin Dance
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[Verse 1: Kurt Travis]
What excuses do you make?
Happiness is hard to find
I didn't catch a break
Maybe I am dying inside
[Chorus: Kurt Travis]
February, been so lonely
It's been so long since I felt your touch
And I couldn't care less if I deserve this
I will never survive the sting inflicted
[Verse 2: Kurt Travis & Will Swan]
Sever the ties, follow procedure
Pledge abstinence, fuck at your leisure
Breathe in then out, but not out then in
Cause over function, restart again
I need to see my dreams as I close my eyes
Remembering nothing and begging for light
[Verse 3: Kurt Travis & Will Swan]
All the trees, all the birds and this thing called life
I’d stake it all for forty acres and a trophy wife
Dust gathers on the books that contain our past
And we’re but peons in a circuit built by time to last
Repeat, repeat, as we’ve done before
Our history all lost in war
When the last of our cities are but powder and dust
The damned who remain live with God in the glory of us
What excuses do you make?
Happiness is hard to find
I didn't catch a break
Maybe I am dying inside
[Chorus: Kurt Travis]
February, been so lonely
It's been so long since I felt your touch
And I couldn't care less if I deserve this
I will never survive the sting inflicted
[Verse 2: Kurt Travis & Will Swan]
Sever the ties, follow procedure
Pledge abstinence, fuck at your leisure
Breathe in then out, but not out then in
Cause over function, restart again
I need to see my dreams as I close my eyes
Remembering nothing and begging for light
[Verse 3: Kurt Travis & Will Swan]
All the trees, all the birds and this thing called life
I’d stake it all for forty acres and a trophy wife
Dust gathers on the books that contain our past
And we’re but peons in a circuit built by time to last
Repeat, repeat, as we’ve done before
Our history all lost in war
When the last of our cities are but powder and dust
The damned who remain live with God in the glory of us
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