Once a poor, shy, western kid,
raised on corn flakes, family and radio.
It must have been so difficult to speak your mind
being the youngest in a group of nine
whose minds are staring at the way across
our broken lives.
When common trials meet with common virtue,
will you count me in to count me out?
The road it leads to, they'll leave a bed for you.
I found myself at seventeen, just fooling around
but staying clean and your gum ball ring
reminds me we've been best friends since the age of eight
and we've seen no need to ever date when our minds are
focused on the way across
our twisted lives.
When common trials meet with common virtue,
will you count me in to count me out?
The road it leads to, they'll leave a bed for you.
You can cross the ocean, I will cross the sea.
Joining into wedlock to get us out of here.
You can tear the pictures, I can burn the poems
from someone who's not perfect,
from someone who's not real.
Then we left your home at seventeen to
find a life more like our dreams.
We can't rely on their designs.
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Lyrics submitted by Michael.