Everyone's Tired In Boston Lyrics

Here is a shot glass now take off your pants

Or stand with us here by the coffeeshop
Yes you're invited but try not to speak
Sit and look pretty and laugh at the jokes we tell
Strut like you mean it and go with the flow
The world is a footnote to social grace
It's all the same
Old empty game
Everyone's tired in Boston and time moves on So I'll walk out in the sun through the streets
Feeling its breath on my skin

Where am I now
Where are my friends

I'm gonna let myself live again
I'm gonna let my blood flow again
I'm gonna take in the world I've been hiding behind this bitter wall

Let go the pain
Let go the past

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