This is a .44 caliber love letter straight from my heart.

Maybe I forgot what it was like

Before it entered me

[...]

So this is what they call

Another endless night

So tired of believing

If this is wrong or right

I think this cause is lost

I wish that I could sleep

I feel like some kind of shadow

Another slave to the week

Imagine if we lived

Under the weather

We would never be found

Never discovered

If everything goes wrong

If it's one more endless night

You know there always tomorrow

And tomorrow...

They'll know there's always tomorrow

No transitory - Alexisonfire

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