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  1. 06 Cricket Bows
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Lyrics

We chose this bottle over friends and family
To systematically erase our minds
Headed for the bottom met some kindred along the ride
Found out a little bout a life size heartache
We left some lovers on a 10 high stand
Turns out forever ain’t a real big part of time

We fought as one
All we ever stood for we wore it like armor on our hearts and lungs
We’d shout and come up swinging back to brother side to savior
Open arms
These strungout broken angels with cricket bows and golden harps

We lost some brethren on a long dark highway
Somewhere in heaven hell it ain’t that far
We’ll all sing Journey after last call at the bar

We fought as one
All we ever stood for we wore it like armor on our hearts and lungs
We’d shout and come up swinging back to brother side to savior
Open arms
These strungout broken angels with cricket bows and golden harps

© 2012 Thief River