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"Six Feet Under The Stars (Acoustic)" is a heartfelt rendition by All Time Low, showcasing the band's ability to convey deep emotions through minimalist arrangements. Released as part of their acoustic offerings, this version strips down the original track to its core elements, highlighting the poignant lyrics and melodic nuances. Fans appreciate the intimate feel and raw authenticity that the acoustic format brings, allowing the true essence of the song to shine. This performance underscores All Time Low's versatility and their talent for creating impactful music in both full and stripped-back settings.
Time to lay claim to the evidence
Fingerprints sold me out
But our footprints washed away
From the docks downtown
It's been getting late for days
And I think myself deserving of a little time off
We can kick it here for hours
And just mouth off about the world
And how we know it's going straight to hell
Pass me another bottle, honey
The Jager's so sweet
But if it keeps you around, then I'm down
Meet me on Thames Street
I'll take you out though I'm hardly worth your time
In the cold, you look so fierce
But I'm warming up
Because the tension's like a fire
We'll hit South Broadway in a matter of minutes
And like a bad movie, I'll drop a line
Fall in the grave I've been digging myself
But there's room for two
Six feet under the stars
I should have known better than to call you out
(On a night like this, a night like this)
If not for you, I know I'd tear this place to the ground
(But I'm all right like this, all right like this)
I'm gonna roll the dice
Before you sober up and get gone
(I'm always in over my head)
Thames Street
I'll take you out
Though I'm hardly worth your time
In the cold, you look so fierce
But I'm warming up
'Cause the tension's like a fire
We'll hit South Broadway in a matter of minutes
And like a bad movie, I'll drop a line
Fall in the grave I've been digging myself
But there's room for two
Six feet under the stars
Time to lay claim to the evidence
Fingerprints sold me out
But our footprints washed away
I'm guilty, but I'm safe for one more day
Overdressed and underage
"Do you really need to see an ID?"
This is embarrassing as hell
But I can cover for it so well
When we're six feet under the stars
Thames Street
I'll take you out
Though I'm hardly worth your time
In the cold you look so fierce
But I'm warming up
Because the tension's like a fire
We'll hit South Broadway in a matter of minutes
And like a bad movie, I'll drop a line
Fall in the grave I've been digging myself
But there's room for two
Six feet under the stars
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Six feet under the stars