Songs of the DASHBOARD CONFESSIONAL

Anyone, Anyone – Dashboard Confessional

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Anyone, Anyone But I’ve got plans I’m not asking For everything But sure I could Use a hand Get a little anxious Sometimes you’ll be gone And I’ll be

The Best Deceptions – Dashboard Confessional

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I heard about your souvenirs I heard about the cool breeze and the cool nights And the cool guys that you spent them with I guess I should have

Turpentine Chaser – Dashboard Confessional

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And the chips will fall as they may, But it’s not just my finish that’s peeling, And it’s not alone fleeing these walls. Well sooner of later this cold

If You Can’t Leave It Be – Dashboard Confessional

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Never saw it coming did you? It’s easy to be surprised With both your eyes sewn closed Handled with great precision Another faultless execution You’re the subject of this

This Bitter Pill – Dashboard Confessional

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It’s not the same as running. Is it to you now that you’ve run this in the ground. And you say take this. This medicine is just what you

Living In Your Letters – Dashboard Confessional

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But you’re going on none the less And there’s nothing to cushion your heart led fall. Letters from further away keep pulling me close to home And there’s something

The Swiss Army Romance – Dashboard Confessional

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You’re not so happy. You’re not secure. You’re dying to look cute in your blue jeans, but you’re plastic just like everyone. just like everyone. And that face you

Hands Down – Dashboard Confessional

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Breathe in so deep This air is blessed You share with me This night is wild So calm and dull These hearts they race From self-control Your legs are

Ghost Of A Good Thing – Dashboard Confessional

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Hard luck you’ve been trying to tame Maybe it’s love but it’s like you said “Love is like a role that we play” But I believe in you so

Currents – Dashboard Confessional

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Rising up and off your lips In slow currents And I watch As your face is framed in it’s Slow currents Drifting curls, a trailing path A long drag