Beecher's Fault - Make Some Miss Some

I guess I can hardly fake it
But how is that a fear
And if your smile runs dry I can take it
And I'm swallowing your tears
Hold on
Stop running
You make some and you miss some
And hold tight
Quit giving in
You've heard it all a thousand times
We were born in a time that was taken
And we're living in such fear
They've got dark lies they've got private eyes and they're pocket sized
And they're keeping us so near
And I hope you die when you're ready
When you've had enough of here
Hold on
Stop running
You make some and you miss some
And hold tight
Quit giving in
You're saving all your favorite lines
Hold on
Stop running
We'll make some and we'll miss some
Hold tight
Quit giving in
We're saving all our favorite lines
Could be your
Whole life
If you want it
We'll make some and we'll miss some
But hold tight
Don't forget it
You've said it all a thousand times
Hold on
Stop running
We'll make some and we'll miss some
Hold tight
Quit giving in
We're saving all our favorite lines
Could be your
Whole life
If you want it
We'll make some and we'll miss some
But hold tight
Don't forget it
We've said it all a thousand times
Hold on
Stop running
Yeah we'll make some and we'll miss some
Hold tight
Quit giving in
We've said it all a thousand times

Written by:
Benjamin Taylor

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