Untitled 3 (Kevin Divine Forgot to Sing on His Own Master)

So the air is getting colder and the news keeps us scared

I still wrestle this summer from the bones of our tired and blistered hands

'Cause tonight we got drinks with just a couple of friends

And the girl that my brother likes is finally talking to him

And his chest is all swelled like he's proud and happy

Like he's got a great idea, like he's making a memory

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Wake up and and come out to the car

There's an East swell coming and it's howling off shore

And we'll be lying like lions out in the sand

But I'll be dead before you put a gun in my brother's hands

So we make jokes back home and we lighten the mood

But growing up my parents saw what sending a kid to fight can really do

And now with the war, I can tell they're a little shook up

'Cause just a few mother's sons will never really be enough

Not 'til half of our names are etched out in the wall

And the other half ruined from the things we saw

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