Tekstovi: Taking Back Sunday. Sad Saviour.

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Skin against skin covering bone,
the body you're in is aggressively slim.
Yeah, you earned the clothes you put on it
to cover up where you've been.
No leave those scars at home,
let them slide down the length
of your spine, cross your feet
then down past your feet.
They slow our momentum each time
you're reminded that they're there...

You don't have to pretend to be an orphan anymore.
You don't have to pretend to be important anymore.

That brooding week, exhumed and removed
entombed in a box that's cached across your room.
It slows our momentum each time
I'm reminded that it's there.
Your anxious tongue spills cautious words
its gotten so used to being misunderstood.
You do your best to control it
just remind yourself that you care...

Hey sad savior,
You don't have to pretend to be an orphan anymore.

"Never, not ever again!"
Is what you swore the last time this happened.
"Never, not ever again"
Are you gonna settle for those bastards?
Never not ever again is what you swore...