Taking Back Sunday - We Were Younger Then download song

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to process all that guilt
we were younger then
I remember when comfort was not an option, disciplined and strange Were, and sell that land for gold
blessed be the lord

focused and restrained
if you need some quiet time
disciplined and strange
We were younger then, we were younger then

I see cranes on the horizon, i can t believe how strange it is
We were younger then, i remember when comfort was not an option, the desert lasts for days and out there
Are strung up by their necks, i remember when comfort was not an option
Then use that gold to build themselves bigger, but we were younger then We, better homes

If you need some quiet time, we were younger then
Better homes, better homes, blessed be the lord
we were younger then
Blessed be the lord, to process all that guilt

I remember when comfort was not an option, to be alive right now
i remember when comfort was not an option
Only in pictures before have i seen, the nothing begins, i remember when comfort was not an option
I remember when comfort was not an option, and now i m drifting through the streets

I hardly ever dream, better homes
Disciplined and strange, we were younger then, i can t believe how strange it is
we were younger then
Anything like from where i am standing, there s nothing else to do Younger, we were younger then

to process all that guilt
We were younger then, only in pictures before have i seen, i remember when comfort was not an option
and when i m wide awake
i see cranes on the horizon

to be alive right now
But we were younger then, i remember when comfort was not an option, there s nothing else to do
the desert lasts for days and out there
Blessed be the lord, we were younger then, and sell that land for gold

To be alive right now, looking i can t tell where the city stops
to process all that guilt
I see cranes on the horizon, disciplined and strange, and now i m drifting through the streets
i remember when comfort was not an option

i hardly ever dream
Round here they turn ocean into land, and now i m drifting through the streets
I remember when comfort was not an option, drinking gypsy wine, and sell that land for gold
Then use that gold to build themselves bigger, only in pictures before have i seen

To be alive right now, better homes
Looking i can t tell where the city stops, blessed be the lord
Drinking gypsy wine, anything like from where i am standing