You're burning out, you're burning out
It's never the same again
They
Mr. Richard Jones
Skull and two crossbones
Can't be bought or sold
Detached
Ya try to think of a human
civilization and everybody's cryin'
"how
War in the living room,
We swore we weren't like that.
Once
Storm on the street is an eyesore
Leading me to
Wake up to the sounds of the century
They got
Celebrating childhood dreaming,
Taking in these waterfalls.
Before the world got
It's never ending, as far as I know
But there's a
There's a spy in the sky taking photographs of everyone
There's
Tryin' to build a bridge across my heart's divide
Caught between
Your stubborn skin
Is wearing thin
You beared your soul
I waltzed right
There's no sight she'd rather see
Than poor old broken hearted
Better stop pretending
That this is never ending
It seems the dream
Love is an awkward rhyme spoken
poorly all the time needing
The search of one true heart deep within you
The ocean
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