Dashboard Confessional

Dashboard Confessional - Hell On The Throat lyrics

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A line of strands to mark the trail
No one said it would be easy
I must admit I thought the risk was better waged in younger seasons
But all these years in the cold play hell on the throat
'Til everything I say burns like cinders
Well, it's hard to belong to a girl or a song
And the crease of a strangling winter
It's strange to be lost, stranger still to be lone
On the strings of a twisting line

Along the way the turns are sharp
No one said they would be easy
I must admit I thought the trip was better waged in younger seasons
But all these years in the pursuit made a man of a fool
'Til every word I say is on a waver
Well, it's hard to belong to a girl or a song
In the case of a selfish believer
It's strange to be lost and stranger still to be lone
On the strings in a twisting line 

Well, it's hard to belong to a girl or a song
In the case of a selfish believer
It's strange to be lost and stranger still to be lone
On the strings in a twisting line 

And when the path I have made
From the grass to the grave
I will love you still
And when the sand turns to glass
And all that's left is the past
And I will love you still
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Author: Chris Carrabba

Composer: Chris Carrabba

Publisher: DGC Records

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Released in: 2009

Language: English

Appearing on: Alter The Ending (2009)

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