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| Who’s the hippy now,
I cut it off to make you proud
Abuse my limbs until the sun goes down
I don’t want to be alone again
Got jesus’ autograph,
No handshake or pat on the ass
His saving grace was talking fast,
I don’t want to be bored again
Am I ready to take that chance,
Put my faith in someone else
Let’s use this dynamite
We’re only making noises
I’ll make the brightness yours,
So we can deny who we are, I love you
But not today
The darkness fell like a shout,
Am I ready to take that chance
Put my faith in someone else
Together we stand,
We’re at the bottom of the cove,
It looked like rain but
It felt like snow
Because wherever we stand,
We’re at the bottom of the hole
We’ll dig our way out
But we’ll still say no
The wound is king and how,
His whorses turn they make him proud,
His vision’s clipped like wings and crowns
Let’s use this photograph
He’s never even had the chance
To believe in something else
We want to affect a change
With voice and electrical noises
Wherever we crash we’re gonna blame it on the old
Unique to the touch and crippled to the bone
However we stand they’ll be swinging from the ropes
Unfinished and young or unhappy and old
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