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Recorded Live At Rock Mill Industries in Mechanicsburg, PA

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My hands shake themselves from the wheel
See guard rails and exits
They all look the same
I haven't slept in three weeks
I've been lost in sea
Made of couches
And hard floors and friends
And friends generosity

I keep having this vision of a white picket fence
It's crashing threw my window
It's laying claim to my chest
And in an instance no more sadness
No more pain nor regrets
No more obsessing over the men
And the experiments they've been performing on your body

When I feel pain
You feel it too
Isn't that the way loves suppose to be?

Ghost in a shell
I couldn't see through you
I've been cursed a life of four eyes
Yet I'm still blind

When I feel pain
You feel it too
Isn't that the way loves suppose to be?

But your a ghost in a shell
I couldn't see through you
I was cursed a life of four eyes
And the irony is killing me

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from Isn't That The Way Loves Supposed To Be?, released March 20, 2017
Vocals/Guitar - Logan Mara
Drums - Matt Sap
Bass - Christopher Pedersen

Song written by Logan Mara
Recorded//ProducedLogan Summey

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