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Sister City - 2/24/2010 Lyrics



Sister City - 2/24/2010 Lyrics




Waking in a world where you weren't was weird
Even though I'm pretty sure we hadn't spoken in at least a year
And though you could, I can't believe that right now you are hearing me
Talking you like doesn't make any sense
But I still do it
Because I can't help it

We were 23, my first best friend
When we put you in the ground
Went out that night and got soused
With the people I'm friends with now

Tried to make myself puke
In some gay bar's bathroom
Tried to purge two pitchers of beer
Three bottles, and the rage I felt for you

And I'm still kinda pissed
That you would go and do this
Yeah, I know people f*ck up sometimes
But one of yours cost so much more than all mine

Travis said he should have died thirty times before you
You were that much better of a guy
Ty told us to cherish our good memories of you
But that's some bullshit greeting card advice
Because the good memories of you don't feel that nice

That night when the bar closed
My buddy took me home
And I wept in his car
For everything to be undone

In my house, he sat with me
Until four in the morning
Drunk as I've ever been
Drunk as I'll ever be, hopefully

And you had never been
As close a friend as he is
Or a couple other guys
And oh my god, I love them

But I didn't know how much until that night
No, I didn't know how much until that night

Travis said he should have died thirty times before you
You were that much better of a guy
Ty told us to cherish our good memories of you
But the good memories of you don't feel that nice
Because youth group boys don't grow up just to die

God, I hate to give out advice
But I guess I just don't give a f*ck this time
Truth is truth is truth
And somehow now it just feels right to say
Love while you can
My friends, love while you can
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Waking in a world where you weren't was weird
Even though I'm pretty sure we hadn't spoken in at least a year
And though you could, I can't believe that right now you are hearing me
Talking you like doesn't make any sense
But I still do it
Because I can't help it

We were 23, my first best friend
When we put you in the ground
Went out that night and got soused
With the people I'm friends with now

Tried to make myself puke
In some gay bar's bathroom
Tried to purge two pitchers of beer
Three bottles, and the rage I felt for you

And I'm still kinda pissed
That you would go and do this
Yeah, I know people f*ck up sometimes
But one of yours cost so much more than all mine

Travis said he should have died thirty times before you
You were that much better of a guy
Ty told us to cherish our good memories of you
But that's some bullshit greeting card advice
Because the good memories of you don't feel that nice

That night when the bar closed
My buddy took me home
And I wept in his car
For everything to be undone

In my house, he sat with me
Until four in the morning
Drunk as I've ever been
Drunk as I'll ever be, hopefully

And you had never been
As close a friend as he is
Or a couple other guys
And oh my god, I love them

But I didn't know how much until that night
No, I didn't know how much until that night

Travis said he should have died thirty times before you
You were that much better of a guy
Ty told us to cherish our good memories of you
But the good memories of you don't feel that nice
Because youth group boys don't grow up just to die

God, I hate to give out advice
But I guess I just don't give a f*ck this time
Truth is truth is truth
And somehow now it just feels right to say
Love while you can
My friends, love while you can
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Writer: Andrew Karr
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Performed By: Sister City
Language: English
Length: 3:34
Written by: Andrew Karr

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