DEAN WINCHESTER

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All of them

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I'll stick around if you will
Getting older looks good on you
But, God, someone make it stop

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Faith has earned me nothing
But a liar's tongue, a child's grief
Promise the sacrament
But understand, you will not save me
You will not save me

Break believe to bits and pieces
Claim only that which will complete your task
And I know I've become cynical
But there are worse things the world could make me
More things in heaven and earth

I wish you were a girl
But I'm not sorry that you're not
'Cause I'm still flattered
Don't get me wrong, but everything's so new
'Cause I'm not scared for some reason

'Cause if you were a girl
Nothing would seem to matter
'Cause if you were a girl
I wouldn't really care

I'm sinning for another answer
I'm sinning for my right to care

All of them

mama i'm chasing a ghost, i don't know who he is
mama i'm chasing a ghost, i don't know where he is
mama i'm chasing a ghost, do i look like him?

so do i look like him?
do i look like him?
i don't look like him

You're slurring all your words
Your breath smells of bitterness
In most memories I have of you

You can't even walk up the stairs
You can't even remember our birthdays

And I waited for you by the door
Like the moon waits for the sun
Until one day I started hiding instead
Whenever I heard your car engine stop
I waited for you
Till enough was enough
Till I got old enough to understand
Evеrything you have done

Are you man enough to take the blame for this?

All of them

I wanna feel guilty
I wanna feel that it's wrong
I wanna know peace again
Wanna sing a different song