Turn off the radio, cause it means nothing to me
We are sailing on a broken ship, but only one
maps won't show us where we're going
all they are is
Hey don't look down it's not what it's cracked up
The sky is crashing down
I got a bunker underground
I doubt
I didn't wanna stay
I didn't wanna stay
I didn't wanna go
I
Here you are, old flame
Your tongues all twisted with words
The city's just barely awake
For the two-way and parade
Drive around
Give me a handshake
Make an impression
Make me compressed
With a quick
It's not the end of the world just because the
I'm a hill and you're the broken wheel
we may make
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