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Late at night the soul lingers on
there's no respite and wide awake comes dawn.
Our last words ring like cannons through the air.
Chest left aching for a heart no longer there.

The city weighs its cold hell on me.
Daydreams of ocean and meadow and green.
One room to write on, your face all I see.
Take me to home and cleanse me of me.

I can't sleep
I can't eat
It's so cold in this heat
All my friends, all my friends
All are dead, all are dead

The crib yet lays bare, fear crippling relief.
My mind is a fever burning death into me.
I walk through the wind just to numb my agony.
Watching a man charging fare for his teeth.

The city weighs its cold hell on me.
Daydreams of hope and my own family.
Four walls to hold me, your face all I see.
God please give me back the sun and the sea.

I can't sleep
I can't eat
It's so cold in this heat
All my friends, all my friends
All are dead, all are dead

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from Ernesto Lives. Short Tales by Ten Cent Days, released April 19, 2015
Written by Caleb Banas

Recorded and mixed by Dave Dilapo at Second Sense Studios, Hamilton, NJ.

Caleb Banas: Vocals, Guitar

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Ten Cent Days Texas

Ten Cent Days has progressed through many amazing members starting in 2011 with Caleb Banas, Lena Yeagle, Mathias Lovemotor, Ian Fink and Jason Shuman. In 2013 primary song writer Banas relocated to the Philadelphia area and enlisted the talents of Kyle Anderson (guitar, vocals), Andrew Bokoski (bass) and Nick Bonsanto (drums). Together they continue to carry the music to the world. ... more

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