It's ten o' clock and
We're outside kicking back on the concrete
And all the stars are within our reach
It's Layhill Road and there's nowhere to eat
(But there's enough energy for me to point out that)
My feet are killing me, and there's still no place I'd rather be
Cause I've got friends like these
Yeah, I've got friends like these.
Behind closed doors
There's nothing more
And if we ever looked back
It would be a memory we've wasted on you
So take this to heart, and don't forget my name
And we'll set off, and I know, you'll never desert me
And I'd do the same for you, cause I swear, yeah I swear
That even when we split from coast to coast
We'll remember the times that meant the most to us
So we'll set off, and I know you'll never forget me
To all the friends that I've made
That keep me sane when we're gone
I've done a lot to save myself
They say the first part's always hardest
And I'd let you go, if this town lost its grip on me
But it seems that, this choke hold might last forever.
Behind closed doors
There's nothing more
And if we ever looked back
It would be a memory we've wasted on you
So take this to heart, and don't forget my name
So sing it back, sing it back to me
(I always thought you'd never forget me)
Sing it back like it's all we're used to
(Guess you could say things don't come easily)
Sing it back, sing it back like it's all we know
(I think you know I wouldn't say a thing)
Behind closed doors
There's nothing more
And if we ever looked back
It would be a memory we've wasted on you
So take this to heart, and don't forget my name
When we're gone, when we're gone
Ignorance is bliss to cure my
Compulsive misery like this
I think we've hit the bottom
Maybe we've hit the bottom
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