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Drug Church - Dead Formats, Vol. 1 - Someday I Suppose
Dead Formats, Vol. 1
01. What’s My Age Again?
02. Brain Stew / Jaded
03. Someday I Suppose
04. Santeria
05. Fell in Love With a Girl
06. Seven Years
07. Inside Out
08. We’ve Had Enough
09. Welcome to the Black Parade
10. Society
11. Davidian
12. I’m the One
13. Radio
14. Filler
15. Move Along
There was a place
And the name of the place escapes me
When I can't remember
It irritates me
Could be I can't remember
Could be I choose to not
Let's move along the song
And try to find the plot
There was a girl
And I don't know her name either
She gave me love and I swore I'd never leave her
If I did
I'd come back someday and find her
Maybe I will I should write down a reminder

One day
One day who knows
Someday
Someday I suppose

There was a verse
That I was gonna write I haven't yet
But there's still a chance I might, an open book
That I still want to close I'll find the time
Someday I suppose a place and time
I want to be and spend a storyline
That's happy in the end
Plans are made with promises so certainly uncertain
I can't wait to set things straight
Before they close the curtain

One day
One day who knows
Someday
Someday I suppose

The more I sort it out
The more it gets distorted
I sort of think I'm better off just leaving it unsorted
The more I try to change its course
The more off course it goes
Of course I'll reach my destination someday I suppose

Sort it out
Get distorted
One day who knows
Hide behind
Unreported
Someday I suppose

There was a place
And the name of the place escapes me
When I can't remember
It irritates me
Could be I can't remember
Could be I choose to not
Let's move the song along
And try to find the plot
There was a girl
And I don't know her name either
She gave me love and I swore I'd never leave her
If I did
I'd come back someday and find her
Maybe I will I should write down a reminder

One day
One day who knows
Someday
Someday I suppose

The more I sort it out
The more it gets distorted
I sort of think I'm better off just leaving it unsorted
The more I try to change its course
The more off course it goes
Of course I'll reach my destination someday I suppose

Sort it out
Get distorted
One day who knows
Hide behind
Unreported
Someday I suppose