Last Tuesday Armchair Sanctuary Letras:
Throw my hands up I'm backing out Throw down my
guns, I'm gicing up the fight to prove them right
Gotta get away from myself, if I'm gonna make it
out alive Standing on the sidelines spitting my 2
cents celebrating arrogance while hiding in a
drowd of cynics passive passion proves my life is
passing me by I'll never make it out alive This
meaning is fleeting, just when we really need it A
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building and nothing more, these empty walls are
bound to fall Throw my hands up, I've had enough
I've been the first, I've seen the top of feeling
down and out I gotta get away from myself, and
I'll never make it out alive I'll be there if you
feel like you're falling I know we're going all
the way, I know we're searching for the answers
And it's not enough when you're losing heart
Instead of backing out just put in your part
Searching for where we are going
Letras: Armchair Sanctuary Last Tuesday [final]