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You were by my side on the frontlines
Do you remember? Do you remember?
Two casualties of the punk wars
Buried in leather, in leather
But these days I miss strangers more than I
More than I miss my friends
And the waves of conversations breaking on
The shores of my head again
Furnishments, dumpstered, or groundscored
You didn't need money, not money
Everything you owned in a hatchback
Battered and musty, and musty
But these days I miss strangers more than I
More than I miss my friends
And the dive bars filled with hopeless drunks sinking
Deeper into their sins
These days I miss strangers more than I
More than I miss my friends
And I'm trying to be here now, but I'm only asking when
I'm trying to be here now, but I'm only asking when
I'm trying to be here now, but I'm only asking when
