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You once lived by the sword Now the cocktails wash down drinks you can't afford Shoes are rusting by the door And you're burned out on this scene Frozen funds and lucid dreams So what do you complain at me for? You're staring out the sides of your front door You knew that it was more than just the desert you left behind To settle for a world of fallbacks And friends who fall apart on contact Music that you never used to listen to gets you by Now your days all start the same You float the Acheron with friends you never made 'Til it all just fades to gray And you're burned out on this town Saddled up and settled down So what do you complain at me for? The word is on the street, and it's unsure You know that it was more than just a cynical waste of time You knew enough to pick your battles And that is why you left Seattle And music that you never used to listen to gets you by When all you wanted was a place to lay your head Soak back half of what you bled Chase the demons from the far side of the bed It's the obvious thing to do Aus Songtexte Mania