My blacklist: If people don't dance they die
Cathartic hand claps
Dependent
A million lives prepared to die
Is it a song? The
What if I came over instead?
No arguements, your evidence is
The critics sit back and burn the souls
The classic dies
Is this a cocaine summer? Or are you round about
These past years, we've said so much that's unclearLet's look
A burned down old barn where someone was kingWhite washed
Melt out of breakdown hits, they make our fingers break
When you left last nightHolding back was quite the sameWhen
Orange earth and a Spanish sun, the paints still runnyNice
Hey baby what a clich'd abuse that comes from all
To wake up in nowhere and know every thing is
1983 in the year of our lordThe Camero's kickin'The photograph
Now you're on your kneesAll alone, the belief in liesDownstairsDie
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