Testo di 'Heartbreak Dreamer' di Mat Kearney

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I was turning nineteen
On a cold december night
Burning like kerosine for
Nearly half of my life
And I barely had the gpa
To make it out of eugene
You can blame it on me with

A adhd while I'm falling asleep during the sat's
And as I pack my bags and headed to a foreign land
One way ticket on a one way plane
Laying my head down to home each night
The same devil's calling and that same old fight
Cuz this one's for middle surfs living in the middle love
Where they coming from and a halfway rush of blood
This ones for those first prayers
To heaven on a road that seems never ending

For all the heartbreak dreamers
Waiting for the light
Looking for just one reason
To get through the night
Every long lost believer

Caught in the fight
All the heartbreak dreamers
Gonna be alright
Everybody sing
And I was turning twenty five
In a city that don't sleep
Was feeling only half alive
To the dreams that I keep

And I kept on waiting only she's waiting for me
You burning down lane on a quarter tank
Of pain with soles off your feet
And you've been waiting and praying
For the right one to come
Watch the rising and the falling

But another said its certain
Nobody seems quite good enough
For you except the wrong one
She keep running back to
So this one's for mike still waiting for his wife
This one's for grandma losing the love of her life
This ones for those first prayers to heaven
On a road that seems never ending

For all the heartbreak dreamers waiting for the light
Looking for just one reason to get through the night
Every long lost believer caught in the fight
All the heartbreak dreamers gonna be alright
Everybody sing
And this one right here ah.. This is for the fat girls
This one is a... Is for the little brothers

This is for the schoolyard wimps
For the childhood bullies who tormented them
To the former prom queen and to the no crate ball players
For the nighttime serial leaders
And for the retired elderly walmart store front door greeters
Shake the dust
This is for the benches and the people sitting upon
For the bus driver's driving a million broken hymns

To the men who have to hold down
Three jobs simply to hold up their children
For the nighttime schoolers and
For the midnight bike riders trying to fly
Shake the dust
This is for the two year-olds who cannot be
Understood because they speak half english and half God
Shake the dust
For the boys with the beautiful beautiful sisters

Shake the dust
For the girls with those brothers who are going crazy
Those june class wallflowers and the twelve
Year-old afraid of taking public showers
For the kid who is always late to class
And forgets the combination to his lockers
And the girl who loved somebody else
Shake the dust

This is for the hard men who want love
But know that it won't come
For the one's amendments who not stayin' up
For the ones who are forgotten
For the ones who are told to speak
Only when you are spoken to

And then they are never spoken to speak (la la...)
Every time you stands you do not forget yourself
Do not let one moment go by that
Doesn't remind you that your heart
Beats hundred thousand times a day
And that they have gallons of blood
Making every one is an oceans