Against Me! - Ache With Me
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I walked down high streets
Looking through windows,
I've been lost
In crowds of strangers.
Searched record shops
And cosmetic aisles, phone books,
Want ads, bus stops and libraries,
Newspaper headlines, mannequin faces,
Television stations,
Billboard advertisements...
Your voice echoes
In the back of my mind,
I see your face
When I close my eyes...
[Chorus:]
Do you share the same sense of defeat?
Have you realized
All the things you'll never be?
Ideals turn to resentment,
Open minds close up with cynicism,
I've got no judgement for you,
Come on and ache with me,
Come on and ache with me...
Through bar rooms, cafes,
Jail cells and court rooms,
Theaters, restaurants,
Graveyards and churches
I've spent every dollar
That I've ever earned,
I'll bleed my heart out,
I'll give every word.
I've asked preachers,
Doctors and lawyers,
Socialites, pariahs,
Mothers and fathers,
You may not find
All that you're after,
In the end I hope it doesn't matter.
[Chorus]
Do you share the same sense of defeat?
Have you realized
All the things you'll never be?
I've got no judgement for you,
Come on and ache with me...
Looking through windows,
I've been lost
In crowds of strangers.
Searched record shops
And cosmetic aisles, phone books,
Want ads, bus stops and libraries,
Newspaper headlines, mannequin faces,
Television stations,
Billboard advertisements...
Your voice echoes
In the back of my mind,
I see your face
When I close my eyes...
[Chorus:]
Do you share the same sense of defeat?
Have you realized
All the things you'll never be?
Ideals turn to resentment,
Open minds close up with cynicism,
I've got no judgement for you,
Come on and ache with me,
Come on and ache with me...
Through bar rooms, cafes,
Jail cells and court rooms,
Theaters, restaurants,
Graveyards and churches
I've spent every dollar
That I've ever earned,
I'll bleed my heart out,
I'll give every word.
I've asked preachers,
Doctors and lawyers,
Socialites, pariahs,
Mothers and fathers,
You may not find
All that you're after,
In the end I hope it doesn't matter.
[Chorus]
Do you share the same sense of defeat?
Have you realized
All the things you'll never be?
I've got no judgement for you,
Come on and ache with me...
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