| [Chorus: Jon Mess,
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| Tilian
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| I’m sick of twisting the knobs, your little baby’s a slob
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| I wanna love you but this house ain’t built for two
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| I think I panic a lot, not really sure what I’ve got
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| I wanna love you but this house ain’t built for two
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| I’m sick of twisting the knobs
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| (So where is my sweet love?)
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| I think I’ve hidden from myself, but there’s too many layers
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| I turn my head and cough, like I’m calling the cops
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| Is there something more to you than just bible study?
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| Turn your camera on
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| You don’t wanna miss this
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| The way the lighting shifts as it reflects off the water
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| Below the sinking ship I feel your fingertips slipping away
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| Can’t shake the feeling now, how far we’ve fallen down
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| Like our best days are behind us
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| You’re the revisionist and I’m the narcissist drifting away
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| To my sunstroke, ghost dance, gold corona
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| Did I crack that lens, put my weight upon ya?
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| Does the manifest dictate to love and honor?
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| Can the creed uphold, can we repeat our mantra?
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| Trust my luck and show my feelings
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| Cross my fingers, cards are dealing
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| Busting out my skull shaped ceiling
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| Hold my fucking body back
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| I’m still raging from the sanction you placed upon the impoverished nations
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| Delusions of grandeur, have some patience
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| Hold my fucking body back
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| I can’t predict the future and I can’t forget the past
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| Can’t focus any longer, desperate to make this last
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| Keep us from going under, won’t waste all that we have
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| You called it in November and it burned up in a flash
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| Burned up in a flash
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| Burned up in a flash
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| Burned up in a flash
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| Burned up in a flash
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| Feel the hangover in my mind
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| But this one’s a different kind
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| Losing touch with my concept of time
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| My senses are frozen
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| Losing touch with my concept of time
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| My senses are frozen
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| [Chorus: Jon Mess,
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| Tilian
|
| I’m sick of twisting the knobs, your little baby’s a slob
|
| I wanna love you but this house ain’t built for two
|
| I think I panic a lot, not really sure what I’ve got
|
| I wanna love you but this house ain’t built for two
|
| I’m sick of twisting the knobs
|
| (So where is my sweet love?)
|
| I think I’ve hidden from myself, but there’s too many layers
|
| I turn my head and cough, like I’m calling the cops
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| Is there something more to you than just bible study? |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Jiggler (Tree City Sessions), artist - Dance Gavin Dance. Album song Tree City Sessions, in the genre Пост-хардкор