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The Graveyard Of The Atlantic

The Ataris


The chesapeake below
These fumbled hands and nervous smiles
We medicate and stumble
To find the courage to talk aloud
In the streetlight silhouette
The neon halos shines so bright
While the radio cried young hearts be free tonight

So tell me how'd we end here
We all want to feel something
Even if it's only for a moment
Tell me what happened to our dreams
We had when we were young
We're never looking back

Tonight, these echoes of our lives
Are calling out don't surrender, don't surrender
Tonight, these jukebox 45s
Are calling out don't surrender, don't surrender

Well i am just a bit part in this movie of your life
While the night brigade rolled on
Out on highway 95
We're carving out our lives
On these counterfeit guitars
While the ghost of our past ring down the boulevard

So tell me how'd we end here
We all want to feel something
Even if it's only for a moment
Tell me what happened to our dreams
We had when we were young
We're never looking back

Tonight, these echoes of our lives
Are calling out don't surrender, don't surrender
Tonight, sad songs and whiskey nights
Are calling out don't surrender, don't surrender

We grew up chasing sunsets
Now we both should shut our eyes
We're never looking back now
We were young and oh so bold
And torn apart by county lines
We're never looking back

Tonight, these echoes of our lives
Are calling out don't surrender, don't surrender
Tonight, from the basements and the dives
We're calling out don't surrender, don't surrender

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