Album : The American
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I saw a wreck at a light
Two cars that gave up the fight
Nobody left to be saved
No steam left under the gauge
And in that carnival light
The show began to unwind
And I saw just how it goes
Out on that old two-lane road
I been saving time for another life
Maybe happiness is coming but you don't know when
When...

The Gravity
Of whether you were meant for me
Came crashing down with sovereignty
In someone else's tragedy

I saw the old man again
He only talks about when
There was so much to believe
Before the cancer to be
He can't remember the song
The words they all come out wrong
And all his records are cracked
He knows you can't get it back

It's only faded time
Maybe happiness is coming but you don't know when
When...

The Gravity
Of whether you were meant for me
Came crashing like a symphony
In someone else's used to be

And we carried our cross like a clover
And we smoked cigarettes and we lied
About the things we would feel when we're older
Oh God what a fine waste of time
And I miss you are you coming over
I saw a wreck at a light    Two cars that gave up the fight    Nobody left to be saved    No steam left under the gauge    And in that carnival light    The show began to unwind    And I saw just how it goes    Out on that old two-lane road    I been saving time for another life    Maybe happiness is coming but you don't know when    When...       The Gravity    Of whether you were meant for me    Came crashing down with sovereignty    In someone else's tragedy       I saw the old man again    He only talks about when    There was so much to believe    Before the cancer to be    He can't remember the song    The words they all come out wrong    And all his records are cracked    He knows you can't get it back       It's only faded time    Maybe happiness is coming but you don't know when    When...       The Gravity    Of whether you were meant for me    Came crashing like a symphony    In someone else's used to be       And we carried our cross like a clover    And we smoked cigarettes and we lied    About the things we would feel when we're older    Oh God what a fine waste of time    And I miss you are you coming over
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