Murder Dogs from Holy Hunger by War Songs

The sound of my voice is slowly drowning, out the sound of my terrible thoughts
I speak in a rhythm that I do not recognize, tell myself everyone loses sometimes
Pick up the pieces, that you dropped, Move with what you have, or haven't got,
We've been wasting our time, sleeping all through the night were speaking in tongues.

Flying quick witted summer nights,
Those murder dogs take you for a ride
And silent hills burning in your eyes
Telling tales of why were always on the run

Go take your shoes off and dance in the wind, Kick around all the mornings burned into your head
We've been waiting so long, for a shore line song to let us begin

Flying quick witted summer nights,
Those murder dogs take you for a ride
And silent hills burning in your eyes
Telling tales of why were always on the run

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