| At the movies, eyes iced over
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| Walking sideways, through the gutters
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| And you realize that the floor sticks to your feet like history
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| Don’t you look at me like life don’t hold you any mystery
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| Bag of splinters boiling over, on your back expose your belly
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| Optimism doesn’t change the facts, just what you’re gonna see
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| Like it was stated that we’re walking salt and coal
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| Plants solidify sunshine; |
| how this started, I don’t know
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| Causing feet and entire chain shoe stores
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| The sun’s diary pulled up from deep canary holes
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| And when we read it, our skin, it becomes warm
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| At the movies, eyes iced over
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| Walking sideways, through the gutters
|
| And you realize that the floor sticks to your feet, your history
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| I’m gonna slap that look off your face like life don’t hold you no mystery
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| All those red marks on our shoulders
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| Self back patting, homemade trophies
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| Well the past only exists as tiny bricks we burn to release all its memories
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| I’ve had enough with rolling boulders, I want more moss on me
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| Clocks to splinters but time goes forward
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| And when them tree drop leaves your feet collect their memories
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| I guess all us snakes find our tails pretty damn tasty!
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| I heard you mention we’re walking salt and coal
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| Plants solidify sunshine; |
| how this started, I don’t know
|
| Causing feet and entire chain shoe stores
|
| The sun’s diary pulled up from deep canary holes
|
| And when we read it, our skin, it becomes warm
|
| At the movies, eyes iced over
|
| Walking sideways, through the gutters
|
| And you realize that the floor sticks to your feet, your history
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| I’m gonna knock that look off your face like life don’t hold you no mystery |