God Is Our Interior Decorator

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I understand that being left with these memories    
Housed in brick    
Was too much    
And you couldn't bare to stay    
And you couldn't bare to deal with me    
 
Imagine being the one you left behind - woah    
Caged in the very place    
You got set free from    
     
A lick of paint    
And the destruction of everything we owned    
Didn't make this place my home    
   
This pain and lack of knowing    
I just seem to be    
The one who stayed behind    
And I know its not intentional    
But this just seems like cruelty    
When you didn't have the decency    
    
To fucking tell me - woah    
To fucking tell me - woah    
To fucking tell me    
You should have fucking told me    
     
A lick of paint     
And the destruction of everything we owned
Didn't make this place my home
 
Sleep just seems to never come
Sleep just seems to never come
Sleep just seems to be less important

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from In The Margins, released July 5, 2016
Written by Dave

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The Dead Anyways Bromley, UK

The Dead Anyways are four friends from South East London. We play a kind of fast paced agitated pop punk with influences coming from all over the greater punk spectrum. We'd like to think we sound like a mixture of Bad Religion, Dillinger Four and The Lawrence Arms... We probably sound like something else entirely. ... more

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