| My mast ain’t so sturdy, my head is at half,
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| I’m searching the clouds for a storm.
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| My lady reveals herself of marked-down freedom,
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| Forever cashed out to no more.
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| She put the plan in the blame. |
| Who is bearing the name
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| For each digress who’s left you up to
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| Save the skins for a pelt and the rest for a belt.
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| We can’t open, no nothing. |
| Can’t open, no nothing.
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| Young liars
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| Thank you for taking my hands
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| Young liars
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| Thank you for taking my hands
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| Well, it’s cold and it’s quiet, and cobblestone cold in here
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| Fucking for fear of not wanting to fear again
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| Lonely is all we are
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| Lovely so far, but my heart’s still a marble in an empty jelly jar
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| Someday suppose that my curious nervousness stills into prescience,
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| clairvoyant consciousness
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| I will be calmer than cream,
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| Making maps out of your dreams
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| But will psychic ability kill the nativity or simply diminish the flinch?
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| Ooo Young liars,
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| Ooo Young liars,
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| Thank you for taking my hands
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| And burying them deep in the world’s wet womb
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| Where no one can heed their commands
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| Where no one can heed their commands
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| Except you liars
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| Young liars
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| Voice strings on vocal before it on words to receive
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| Take my picture soon all I will be is my disease
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| Voice strings on vocal before it on words to receive
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| Take my picture soon all I will be is my disease
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| Voice strings on vocal before it on words to receive
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| Take my picture soon all I will be is my disease |