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You Get Older - Whitehorse
He left the morning after
Panicked and confused
The night it was a blur
But his knuckle they were bruised
The sign just flipped to open
As he stumbled from the storm
A pack of smokes a lighter
That he stole out of her drawer
Oh you get colder
You get older
Everyday
In the back of the
Collecting all the scraps
A coaster with the number and
Dangered baseball bat
Dialed unfamiliar digits
Maybe deepened to Jarengo
A city made of tin cans
And another made of gold
Oh you get colder
You get older
Everyday
I'm searching high and low
For a place to call home
From Tractate to Brisbane
To Sung to Jerome
The weapons are awaked
As he loads another flaw
No family of his own
Just the ones that he forgot
Oh you get colder
You get older
Everyday
Oh you get colder
You get older
Everyday
