Sing a song to make me sober
Fire lips over the hill
Clap your tongue when this is over
Choice is yours and nothing's real
There's a place somewhere else to go
There's a place where you won't grow much
Dust is just a way back home
And your box is the first
Fire lips over the hill
Clap your tongue when this is over
Choice is yours and nothing's real
There's a place somewhere else to go
There's a place where you won't grow much
Dust is just a way back home
And your box is the first
Don't come around
I'm on my knees
Don't come around my story dwells
In the background
I'm on my knees
Don't come around my story dwells
In the background
Sing a song and paint it older
Fingertips, I'm as fake
As the favortie snake of mothers
So make me sober, not awake
There are grasses I won't know much
Where the final lights will glow
There are curtains that I won't touch
So feel the pain and let me draw
When I'm loosing a verse
Fingertips, I'm as fake
As the favortie snake of mothers
So make me sober, not awake
There are grasses I won't know much
Where the final lights will glow
There are curtains that I won't touch
So feel the pain and let me draw
When I'm loosing a verse
Don't come around
I'm on my knees
Don't come around my story dwells
In the background
I'm on my knees
Don't come around my story dwells
In the background
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