Lincoln from Compromise by Bad Ideas

Sixteen months Iv been away now, when I left you i was dying for change- like an overplayed tune

back then me and lincoln were through.

I carried out investigations to figure out overturned inspirations

the questions, they were leading and lead me screaming back to you.

Lincoln I won't tell a soul.

of the summer that i stole from you.

this new cities getting old

& its not my town, its not my town at all

It took me years to stop feeling cold and reproached

bigger fears- watch children sleep

I left the lights on and the engine warm

Get away again get away from it all

leave me here go find a taxi home

those last drinks were just for show

to keep us from leaving... until the doors of this place close.

familiar streets. with cobbled hills

i love this town with time to kill.

the buildings with tall windows reflect pink skies on my walk home.

• Rock
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• Lincoln