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Between the wars they come to hox us in the stable
So why am I holding this guitar neck
Like it's a bone broken through the skin?
These paragraphs aren't up for auction
Where your charts and graphs do all the talking
So this pen still moves like
A robin tricked into love with the click of my tongue
Because changing I please focus your particles on mine
Great-grands of thunder, under one sun
I'm ready to dance when I can't run!
And I will tie this promise around my shins
Scream Everything! Scream Everything!
Still this pen moves like
A robin tricked into love with the click of my tongue
Bass!
And we shuffle down the road with the smell in our eyes
And we shuffle down the road with the smell in our eyes
And we shuffle down the road with the smell in our eyes
And we shuffle down the road with the smell in our eyes