Don’t Fuck With Our Dreams (excerpt)- The Smith Street Band

“I wanna leave something permanent on this stretch of road
Something that won’t fly away like the dust and the exhaust smoke we breathe in
To strengthen the low
Like when you said
If I’m gonna die, at least I died helping someone
That’s what you were thinking when you held together your own
I can’t take another late night phone call
From some other far from home hospital
I came so close to giving up
Why has my way of coping become a reason to spill blood?

But now isn’t the time for backing down
Got our feet so firm on the ground
So call me what you will
I don’t care
I know what happened I was there
We know what happened we were there”

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