So the sky is crumbling. I am not afraid 'cause
the anchor is a kickstand so i'm taking you down
with
i can stand here and do this again i can
We can talk
We can talk about it
Then
If I’m wrong
everybody says that you're no good i don't
pay attention though
Oh I can't take another heartache
Though you say you're my
What say you demon,
what say you demon rock of what
I'm
now here you go again
you say you want your
once i knew this boy you wanted what you could
get
The Sunday Paper is a mess and I'm not gonna
Ten thousand years have passed and [it] don't matter
much to
Just livin' on a sunday mornin'
Got my toast and
That's the greatest picture i have ever seen
so i
I don't care what my teacher says
I'm gonna be a
it would be nice to know everything but i never
said
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