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The Catch
Well I met this kid in Philly who says You gotta live without a home to have what it takes So I turned in my key, yeah I turned in my key
Until they say, 'Who is this?' Hey Miss Alyssa, you don't got the catch Don't play your songs, make some words up
I guess I already knew I'd be coming home to you Why am I running all alone? I guess it's how I've always been Times have hardened up my chin You never know what's coming 'til it hits right home
When every band's got a fist full of dates And a brand new van that their parents bought for them It says 'Sorry son, the market's full.' Hey Miss Alyssa, would you help me out? I've lost my muse, make some words up
I guess I already knew I'd be coming home to you Why am I running all alone? I guess it's how I've always been Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com Times have hardened up my chin You never know what's coming 'til it hits right home
Work hard, don't sleep Save up, can't think Settle down, make homes Subtle now, make it home
Work hard, don't sleep No time this week Settle down, make homes Subtle now, make it home
Hey Miss Alyssa, you don't the catch Don't play your songs, make the words up
I guess I already knew I'd be coming home to you Why am I running all alone? I guess it's how it's always been Times will hardened up your chin You never know what's coming 'til it hits right home
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