Dedicate song lyrics The Upwards War And The Down Turned Cycle by Less Than Jake

All my friends always talk about,
The stories of moving on and getting out.
Then packing up and heading south,
Their heads full of hopes and dreams,
They're just like me.

My friends aren't going anywhere.
My friends all act so unaware.

Now they have to face,
The best plans have all gone up in flames.

They're just looking for something to take,
To break up the day to day and all its,
Lonliness, vacant space,
Tragedy of minimum wage.

All my friends always talk about,
The stories of moving on and getting out.
Then packing up and heading south,
Their heads full of hopes and dreams,
They're just like me.
Just like me...

My friends are worried about last calls,
And working jobs at shopping malls.
Because they're in between,
A mixed up pride and apathy.

So tonight they'll talk of calling in,
Calling in with bitter grins,
Laughing at the state they're in,
what a mess, I'm just like them.

All my friends always talk about,
The stories of moving on and getting out.
Then packing up and heading south,
Their heads full of hopes and dreams,
They're just like me.

All my friends always talk about,
The stories of moving on and getting out.
Then packing up and heading south,
Their heads full of hopes and dreams...

So they're alseep walking their way though life.
Sitting there and getting by.
Like all the other friends of mine,
Wishing for something more,
Wishing for something more.

All my friends always talk about,
The stories of moving on and getting out.
Then packing up and heading south,
Their heads full of hopes and dreams,
They're just like me.

All my friends always talk about,
The stories of moving on and getting out.
Then packing up and heading south,
Their hHeads full of hopes and dreams,
They're just like...

Heads full of hopes and dreams,
They're just like...

Heads full of hopes and dreams,
They're just like me...

Just like me...
Just like me...
Just like me...
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All my friends always talk about,
The stories of moving on and getting out.
Then packing up and heading south,
Their heads full of hopes and dreams,
They're just like me...