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by Place Called Home

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This is all i have i left a piece of me beneath those rolling hills and trees so you wont for get me i wont sleep beneath the shade of trees i wont sleep I have dug this grave i build a casket for two the inside only reads blue velvet and smooth the dirt that chokes me is the same that chokes you We will use these windows as doors ill use them to enter your soul i dug the grave i built the casket i tasted dirt i choked on it i wont sleep beneath the shade of trees we'll watch the leaves fall and bleed I wont sleep beneath the shade of trees We'll bury our hearts
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We put so much trust in each other I promise that i would try and save you With these paper legs I promised i would try and save you Watch them fold away I could write the book on self doubt publish and turn it into self harm but the faith in my words are weak i gave up hope that they will carry me Under my eyes i keep my black bags that i fill with every late night charade Every whisper that could never fade I've tipped almost every bottle to find a ship at sea sinking You wanted me to save you well these trembling hands couldn't pull through we were for ocean waves crash over our lungs At sea where we learned to breathe
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These late summer nights I'm six drinks in and falling asleep Ill become a chalk line for all to see I have been told there's no hope I'm a story for broken hearts No sign of blessings no signs of light I'm starting to think i enjoy it countless hours of feeling nothing and empty or maybe im still searching for who i am an endless journey just searching its hard to pick your self up when the thoughts in your head come to you like breathing Its hard to pick your self up when the light you need is retreating Ill become a chalk line for all to see washed away from spring rains i hope summer finds me bury me under the fall leaves let me burn beneath winter trees. one day we will figure this out.
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Rule 6 02:33

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Our half of the split was recorded on October 11th, 2012 at The Atomic Garden Recording Studio in East Palo Alto, California

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released December 1, 2012

recorded, mixed, and mastered by Jack Shirley at The Atomic Garden

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Place Called Home Oakland, California

2011 - 2015 RIP

Place Called Home was a punk/screamo band from Northern California

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