Wait here for the flag to fall
And follow me to
They stayed put in their houses
Or moved to higher grounds
There
You've been parking your bike for the tenth time;
You're up
You can't trust that sign
You're sleepin' in all the time
In the trunk of your car,
You don't have to know
Oh they hide it in their beds, they grow it
They swallowed it whole, they went for the gold, for
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