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Hell On The Throat - Dashboard Confessional
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

Till everything I say burns like cinders,

Why 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

In 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 in younger seasons.

But all these years in the pursuit

made a man of a fool,

Till every word I say is on waver.

Why 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

In the strings in a twisting line

Why 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
In 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.