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Track: Milligram Smile
Artist: From Autumn To Ashes
Album: The Fiction We Live

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Name: From Autumn To Ashes
Spotify Genres: post-hardcore, screamo, metalcore, emo
Followers: 160,874
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Melodic hardcore/rock band formed in Long Island, USA in 2000. They released 4 albums (3 of which entered the us-american charts) as well as a few ep's and a live-album. In 2008 the band was put on "indefinite hiatus".

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Release: From Autumn To Ashes - The Fiction We Live
Year: 2013
Genres: Rock
Styles: Post-Hardcore, Emo

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LYRICS

All my hopes and all of my dreams
Everything falling in between
Seems to me that the memories
(They) mean more to you than they do to me.
Through the sky and into your eyes.
(And I see everything falling in between)
Sew the lips right into your smile.
I'm OK with faking this,
I'll fake everything just to slip your kiss.
(If I'm a writer, and I'm a poet, I might love you,
But never show it
You should forget me, this is a long tour,
And I'll be back but, not in time for...)
(If all we speak is rational thought)
Everyday I pray for the sadness.
(My) eyes are black, my throat full of sickness
(Then I'll be listening but not for long)
Everyday I pray for the sadness.
(My) eyes are black, my throat full of sickness
(The words I write, are cheap and trite,
But they're drawn on the back of your door
Surrounded by, numbers that,
Remind of the ones before)
All my hopes and all of my dreams
Everything falling in between
Seems to me that the memories
(They) mean more to you than they do to me.
Through the sky and into your eyes.
(And I see everything falling in between)
Sew the lips right into your smile.
I'm OK with faking this,
I'll fake everything just to slip your kiss.
(The words I write, are cheap and trite,
But they're drawn on the back of your door
Surrounded by, numbers that,
Remind of the ones before)
My lips are cold.
The truth is told.