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All my life I ran from you to an empty room
Crossed my heart until I died
All my life
I’m ready for the burn
But I can’t check out now

Because I’m terrified, terrified, terrified I won’t find you
Trapped against a thousand walls trying to get to you

I know where you all belong – in another song
Think you’re hot stuff when you stare
I’ll show you where
You can have my head
Just f* me when I’m dead

Because I’m terrified, terrified, terrified I won’t find you
Trapped inside these prison walls trying to get to you

Terrified, terrified, terrified I won’t find you
We keep playing the same Stones song trying to break on through
Or find some other way to get back home
Or blow them all away and run

I’m terrified, terrified, terrified I won’t find you
Trapped against a thousand walls trying to break on through
Terrified, terrified, terrified I won’t find you
We keep playing the same Stones song trying to get to you

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from Burning Bible Diamonds, released May 30, 2009

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The Daily Pravda Boston, Massachusetts

Rock music, post everything. Set in Boston and sometimes the West. Q: Glam without the glitter? A: Seventies without the beards. We play both kinds of music. There's nothing else to do.

Influenced by the New Romantic Post-Punk family tree (Suede, Echo and the Bunnymen, Smiths, Psychedelic Furs), American indie (Pixies, Sunny Day Real Estate), and glam classics like Bowie and Queen.
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