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Go back to those gold sounds
And keep my advent to your self
Because it's nothing I don't like
Is it a crisis or a boring change?

When it's central, so essential
It has a nice ring when you laugh
At the low life opinions
And they're coming to the chorus now

I keep my address to yourself
'Cause we need secrets
We need secrets, cret, cret, cret, crets
Back right now

Because I never wanna make you feel
That you're social
Never ignorant soul
Believe in what you wanna do

And do you think that is a major flaw
When they rise up in the falling rain
And if you stay around with your knuckles ground down
The trial's over, weapon's found

Keep my address to myself
Because it's secret
'Cause it's secret, cret, cret, cret
Cret, cret, cret, cret, cret, cret, cret, cret, cret
Back right now

So drunk in the August sun
And you're the kind of girl I like
Because you're empty and I'm empty
And you can never quarantine the past

Did you remember in December
That I won't eat you when I'm gone
And if I go there, I won't stay there
Because I'm sitting here too long

I've been sitting here too long
And I've been wasted
Advocating that word for the last word
Last words come up, all you've got to waste
Go back to those gold sounds   And keep my advent to your self   Because it's nothing I don't like   Is it a crisis or a boring change?      When it's central, so essential   It has a nice ring when you laugh   At the low life opinions   And they're coming to the chorus now      I keep my address to yourself   'Cause we need secrets   We need secrets, cret, cret, cret, crets   Back right now      Because I never wanna make you feel   That you're social   Never ignorant soul   Believe in what you wanna do      And do you think that is a major flaw   When they rise up in the falling rain   And if you stay around with your knuckles ground down   The trial's over, weapon's found      Keep my address to myself   Because it's secret   'Cause it's secret, cret, cret, cret   Cret, cret, cret, cret, cret, cret, cret, cret, cret   Back right now      So drunk in the August sun   And you're the kind of girl I like   Because you're empty and I'm empty   And you can never quarantine the past      Did you remember in December   That I won't eat you when I'm gone   And if I go there, I won't stay there   Because I'm sitting here too long      I've been sitting here too long   And I've been wasted   Advocating that word for the last word   Last words come up, all you've got to waste