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"The First Time I Met Sanawon"

First off, I didn't feel comfortable
I'd been sleeping for weeks and forgetting to eat
And sleeping shitty in a college common room
Trying to make friends with strangers, swapping telephone numbers
Making crazy demands to play a show in your basement
Two days later I didn't think that you would give us
Our first punk rock show, Chicago punk rock show

As we get older every day feels longer
And although I know I'll struggle I will do my best to never get tired
I know Chicago will be cold tomorrow
Let's cash in on our thin blood and have another one

I didn't think I had a chance
I had a hunch that lost a lot of my friends
I never thought I'd get the feeling back again
I never thought I'd smile again
'Cause I felt kinda good in your neighborhood
Although I kinda fell down atop a pile of kinda dried up blood
And stumbled back to your home without outblacking
But I saw a carjacking

As we get older every day feels longer
And although I know I'll struggle I will do my best to never get tired
I know Chicago will be cold tomorrow
Let's cash in on our thin blood and have another one

No flaking no leaving
No flaking no leaving, mistaking our dealings
For burdens that stop us from waking up early
And working, repeating the process of bleeding
Our tired heads dry with the motions of failing again

These days, we're both getting old
And while you're buying a house, I'm losing sight of my goals
I took my time and now I've got nothing to show
But when I see you next year, we'll have a coffee or beer
And I'll be real glad that my failures aren't making things weird

As we get older every day feels longer
And although I know I struggle I will do my best to never get tired
Know Chicago will be cold tomorrow
Let's cash in on our thin blood and have another one

No flaking no leaving

As we get older every day feels longer
And although I know I'll struggle I will do my best to never get tired
I know Chicago will be cold tomorrow
Let's cash in on our thin blood and have another one

No flaking no leaving, mistaking our dealings
For burdens that stop us from waking up early
And working, repeating the process of bleeding
Our tired heads dry with the motions of failing again

I'm tired of complaining, I'm tired of complaining
I'm tired of complaining, I'm tired of complaining
But I'm thankful for the first time I met Sanawon

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