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Do you remember when I would walk you home and we’d talk about our favorite bands?/Do you remember when I had barely had the balls to kiss you on the cheek?/That was when you and I were angels/That was when we still had our halos/Do you remember when we would sneak out every night and hang out at the house in the east-side?/Do you remember that time we walked on the beach?/We didn’t give a damn in the world/Do you remember that water-fight?/How innocent we were back then/Now all we know is sin/Will you remember that my favorite place in all the world is right next to you/That was when you and I were angels/That was when we still had our halos/I’m drunk with all my friends/Relationships are proven to be pointless/My mom and dad/Girlfriends I’ve had/You should know by now that I’m a fucking liar/How would you define the word “love”?/How can I trust your sources?/Everybody quick to write their vows/End up in quick divorced/The first time that we made out on your floor/I was convinced you were the one/Every romantic start is only a means to an end/You and I are now far from angels/Can I ever find my halo?

Terra Alive - Senior Sunrise

The Lost Ark Studio presents "Stay Inside" by Rusty Maples, the latest single from the Lost Ark Studio Compilation - Vol. 05. 

With a sound all their own combining alt-country, folk, surf, garage-punk, and west coast sparkly indie pop, Rusty Maples has risen to the forefront of the Las Vegas indie scene, with comparisons to The Lumineers, Local Natives, Mumford and Sons, The Shins, and The Walkmen.

Blair Dewane - Vocals/Acoustic Guitar
Ian Dewane - Lead Guitar, Vocals
Courtney Waldron - Cello
Mike Weller - Bass
Max Plenke - Drums

Recorded and Mixed by Mike Butler at the Lost Ark Studio, California
Mastered by Jamal Ruhe at West West Side Music, New York

www.rustymaples.com

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Stay Inside - Rusty Maples

The sound of a hundred men,
with their chins up as if you've never met

Where's that bravado on your lone ride home,
every throat rattles, as a last breath is drawn

You won't find me hiding in that south migration,
some onward north as the home front warms up

You won't want me when I'm completely out of favor,
as i blend into the bar lot asphalt

Stay inside, there's nothing out here for you

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