Cnother good mind's gone to waste.
Seems like we're stuck in the middle.
Cnd if leavin' them behind is in poor taste then I lost mine years ago.
I lost mine years ago.
Grown up in a broken home...
Tied up with unbreakable floss.
Grown up in a broken home...
Tied up with unbreakable floss.
One stack of books in the middle of the road...
The wind blows the pages. Nothing ever looked so lonely.
If we're losing our minds as we grow old, I lost mine years ago.
I lost mine years ago.
I lost mine years ago.
Grown up in a broken home...
Tied up with unbreakable floss.
Grown up in a broken home...
Tied up with unbreakable floss.
Tied up in unbreakable floss, or is it all in our heads?
Mark my words you'll fill that hole, it might be tomorrow,
It might have to be now.
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Cnother good mind's gone to waste.
Seems like we're stuck in the middle.
Cnd if leavin' them behind is in poor taste then I lost mine years ago.
I lost mine years ago.
Grown up in a broken home...
Tied up with unbreakable floss.
Grown up in a broken home...
Tied up with unbreakable floss.
One stack of books in the middle of the road...
The wind blows the pages. Nothing ever looked so lonely.
If we're losing our minds as we grow old, I lost mine years ago.
I lost mine years ago.
I lost mine years ago.
Grown up in a broken home...
Tied up with unbreakable floss.
Grown up in a broken home...
Tied up with unbreakable floss.
Tied up in unbreakable floss, or is it all in our heads?
Mark my words you'll fill that hole, it might be tomorrow,
It might have to be now.
Seems like we're stuck in the middle.
Cnd if leavin' them behind is in poor taste then I lost mine years ago.
I lost mine years ago.
Grown up in a broken home...
Tied up with unbreakable floss.
Grown up in a broken home...
Tied up with unbreakable floss.
One stack of books in the middle of the road...
The wind blows the pages. Nothing ever looked so lonely.
If we're losing our minds as we grow old, I lost mine years ago.
I lost mine years ago.
I lost mine years ago.
Grown up in a broken home...
Tied up with unbreakable floss.
Grown up in a broken home...
Tied up with unbreakable floss.
Tied up in unbreakable floss, or is it all in our heads?
Mark my words you'll fill that hole, it might be tomorrow,
It might have to be now.
Writer: JEFF LUCCI, JORDAN CAIOLA, SHANE WOODS
Copyright: Lyrics © Songtrust Ave, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Songtrust Ave, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.