Southtowne Lanes
Iron Rod
White tape on cold pavement in the shape of your little boyHe's all grown up now, packed his thingsHe's not quite that saint he used to bePlans for his future thrown asideHe's as good as dead to youAnd white tape on cold pavement in the shape of your little boyI remember that nightSitting on the stairs, knuckles painted whiteYou were holding back your tearsAnd I was choking on mineGoing on and on about how nothing quite felt rightEngraved on the plaque above me read: "Remember who you are"Remember who you areRemember who you areRemember who you areI can't remember who I was back thenI can't remember who I was back thenDid I ever really change?Did I ever change?Did I ever really change?Did I ever change?I remember that nightSitting on the stairs, knuckles painted whiteLetras de cancionesYou were holding back your tearsAnd I was choking on mineGoing on and on about how nothing quite felt rightEngraved on the plaque above me read: "Remember who you are"Remember who you areRemember who you areRemember who you are
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