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I regretfully recall
The sting of the winter
The paint on the wall
The song of the summer
The sharp hint of fall
And the birth of the spring

But I refuse to place
The night to the evening
The name to the face
The wait was worth waiting
The feeling's replaced
I cannot take back a thing

So don't waste yr breath
The season's dead
Take a number, wait in line
For yr funeral stamp
Yeah the one that says
That you're happy 'til ya die
But for now, kick around
Waste some time

November's fading fast
What was once the future
Now bitten by the past
The warmth of tomorrow
Has now been surpassed
By the cold of today

But my lover's nice and warm
Covered in bandage
Her longing is worn
Like a scarf or a mitten
My love and my scorn
Are both of yours to take

So don't waste yr breath
The season's dead
Take a number, wait in line
For that pocket flask
And you'll kindly ask
If I'll share some of mine
Well let's hope it can help pass the time


So don't waste yr breath
The season's dead
Take a number, wait in line
My decision's made
Yeah, I'll kindly wait
If you wait by my side
Just think of the excuse that we'll find
Of the ways we can help
Pass the time

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from Getting Used To Feeling Like Shit, released February 7, 2014

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We sing party angst anthems.

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