Bloomfield Ave Live Lyrics - Catch 22

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She falls fast asleep
In her glassboro apartment
Dreaming of what she wants to be.
So she just organizes photographs
She's taken in this year that's past
Loves nothing more adores her memories.
Does she miss any kiss that i placed upon her lips.
Does she have a photograph of me at all?
That day she walked away. i turned my head and didn't pay attention
"she" said california is my final fall.
Last time i saw her was the first time that i saw her cry.
She had a boyfriend and a tattoo of a butterfly.
Biology photography ambition was enough for her to leave me.
I swore i'd find her on the other side. bloomfield ave.
I'm sick of pickin' through the dumpster. a meal.
I hold a gun but i can't feel it to my head
Hum a song say goodnight it's all wrong. it's alright.
I close my eyes and take a bite bite bite.
Close my eyes and take a bite bite bite.
Close my eyes and take a bite.
Another thing i should've said light another cigarette
Another thing i left behind ashes to ashes we all fall down.
I'm homeless on the west she's on the east.
I only wish that i could see her one more time.
To remind her that i love her and i shot him down.
Now she's in that crazy town again.
Hitchhike my way across the states.
I'm banging on the door.
She's passed out on the floor.
Sawed off shotgun by her side no one heard her cry.
My tears roll down the wood of our old neighborhood.
I saw her through the window but
I didn't have the strength to knock it down. down. down.
Didn't have the strength to knock it down. down. down.
Didn't have the strength to knock it down.
Another thing i should've said light another cigarette
Another thing i left behind ashes to ashes we all fall down.

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