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If memory's one small glance of what we'd be
I say you fire your synapse and reconsider what you believe
Oh yeah you think you saw a ghost hanging out by the trees
But maybe that ghost was me
When our loves runs to the ditch we'll skin our knees
Don't worry we'll mend baby because the pain is all
Oh yes the pain is what we need
Oh yeah you think you saw a ghost hanging out by the trees
But baby that ghost was me
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Cane the Rooster Stray
03:36
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We're breathing undersea just to live a dream
So fuck your hands and feet let's go
We're living in the dirt and washing 'til it hurts
Yeah fuck your basic needs let's go
Because we don't have much time
Before we're forging futures in a fog
So blame the broken words for knowing they're absurd
Yeah fuck the wicked speech
The polyester plan is learn to grow then bend
So fuck your hometown scene let's go.
Because we don't have much time
Before we're forging futures in a fog
We're breathing undersea just to live a dream
So fuck your hands and feet let's go
We know we need new things
But situations can be snaring
So force the sleep away
Cane the rooster stray
Because we don't have much time
Before we're forging futures in a fog
If you need to mend and a man to call it's okay
I'll be standing right there again
I'll be standing there 'til the end
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What I saw is what I saw in a room I've been before
In that spot against the wall laid the surface of a moon that fell
And all those dead men who tell no tales were all talkin' to me
What I saw is where I'll crawl if I move around with my own name
Cause in that spot I'm sure to sprawl if another pushes me away
And all those dead men who tell no tales were all talkin' to me
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