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Came Out Swinging

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Came Out Swinging

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Duration: 3:31

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March 16, 2020.

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[Verse 1] Moved all my shit into my parent's basement And out of our old apartment And I knowthingschanged But I'm notsure when I guess you'd call thisregression I left a real job and a girlfriend Convinced myself thatI'mbraveenough for allof this, well Ispent a whole year in airports And the floor feels like home Oh, at least we're never alone I lost track of the time zones, I'd call but you know, oh [Pre-Chorus] I'm running on empty And the late nights and the long drives start to get to me I'm just so tired [Chorus] I spent this year as a ghost And I'm not sure what I'm looking for A voice on a phone that you rarely answer anymore I came in here alone, came in here alone (But that doesn't scare me like it did seven months ago) I spent this year as a ghost And I'm not sure where home is anymore [Verse 2] Been on a steady fast food diet Like we're this generation's Morgan Spurlock but we don't admit defeat My body feels rejected I can't say that I blame it My heart keeps saying stay young My lower back seems to disagree Unrolled a cheap cotton blanket On an old dirty couch, oh I felt the year start to wind down Can't stand any dead space, empty beds bum me out, oh [Chorus] I spent this year as a ghost And I'm not sure what I'm looking for A voice on a phone that you rarely answer anymore I came in here alone, came in here alone (But that doesn't scare me like it did seven months ago) I spent this year as a ghost And I'm not sure where home is anymore [Outro] I came out swinging from a South Philly basement, caked in stale beer and sweat Under half-lit fluorescents and I Spent the winter writing songs about getting better And if I'm being honest, I'm getting there I came out swinging from a South Philly basement, caked in stale beer and sweat Under half-lit fluorescents and I Spent the winter writing songs about getting better And if I'm being honest, I'm getting there I came out swinging from a South Philly basement, caked in stale beer and sweat Under half-lit fluorescents and I Spent the winter writing songs about getting better Well, if I'm being honest, I'm getting there

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  • The Wonder Years