The Days We Don't Go Hunting - A Little Bit Better/Dream of Me

Everything is gonna get a little bit better from here on out
I never thought I'd say that since you died, but man I've got to feel it now
My little babushka don't you cry; I'm coming back, so don't you whine
LMAO! JK, you really fucked it up this time

You never did say, how I'd make it out someday
You never did say, how I'd make plenty of mistakes
You never did know, how you'd stay or you'd go
And no mother suckin, cock-sucker, sonuvabitch, motherfucker, goddamnit... is gonna keep me away

Dream of Me
And when you go sailing along, I hope you sing this song
And when you are laying in bed, think of me 'cause I'm dead
And when you are falling asleep, dream of me 'cause I'm free
And when you don't have much to do, look at me 'cause I'm new
And when you are going alone, know I'll be waiting at home

Written by:
Sam Thies

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