Halfway House

from by Hospital Smokers

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lyrics

I can't tell you anything at all.
You're a tightrope walker & I'm waiting for you to fall.
It's like the love you have is a weakness.

I can't follow you when you call;
I remember all those hounds that chased you down,
just to get stuck in your little foxhole.
The sounds of claws digging through the streets.

You can have dreams of your halfway house,
you can just say you were fucking around.
You can throw stones at your neighbor's door,
but baby, be careful; they can't take much more.

It's like the love you had for a weekend.

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from demos, released February 19, 2014

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Reid Johnson
Maria Albani
Alec Ferrell

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