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All those things that I left in my head went unsaid
And then turned into mountains
All these things that I left in my head went unsaid
And then turned into mountains
All these things that I left in my head went unsaid
And then turned into mountains
And that's how it is
That's how it is
When you end up in your garage
With the windows up and engine on

Engine on, engine on
Door shut when nobody else is home
Was there a sign
Was there a sign
Well I've been writing like I'm writing for my old life
Because that's just how it is
That's how it is
When you end up in your garage
With the windows up and engine on
Engine on, engine on
Door shut when nobody else is home
Was there a sign
Was there a sign
Because I've been writing like I'm writing I've been writing, I've been writing
I've been writing, I've been writing I've been writing, I've been writing
I've been writing
Like I'm writing for my old life

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All these things that I left in my head went unsaid
And then turned into mountains
All these things that I left in my head went unsaid
And then turned into mountains
All these things that I left in my head went unsaid
And then turned into mountains
And that's just how it is
That's how it is
When you end up in your garage with the windows up and engine on

Engine on, engine on
Door shut when nobody else is home
Was there a sign
Was there a sign
Well I've been writing like I'm writing for my old life
Because I can't write, I can't write
Unless we're fighting like we're fighting for the last time
What's on your mind, on your mind
I hate to have to ask but you won't look me back in my eyes

All these things that I left in my head went unsaid
And then turned into mountains
All these things that I left in my head went unsaid
And then turned into mountains
All these things that I left in my head went unsaid
And then turned into mountains
That's how it is
That's how it is
When you end up in your garage with the windows up and engine on

Engine on, engine on
Doors shut when nobody else is home
Was there a sign
Was there a sign
Well I've been writing like I'm writing for my old life
Because I can't write
I can't write
Unless we're fighting like we're fighting for the last time
What's on your mind
On your mind
I hate to have to ask but you won't look me back in my eyes

Writer(s): Hill Famillion

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