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Lungs love holes |
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Escaping words you know |
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Smoke gets in your eyes |
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Still blowing in the wind |
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And we can't beat this cancer, can we? |
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Answer me |
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Kids don't know shit |
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Everything they've learned is wrong |
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Boys in the neighborhood are fit, they fight all night long |
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Kids don't know it, but everything they've touched is gone |
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Cause no one understands, |
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You can't stand under something that's all wrong |
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When you're facing the day |
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When you're wasting away |
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And you get lighter than your brain |
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And it grows tighter everyday |
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Love's lungs hold air to a blow a hole |
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Cold chest grows, fills up with smoke |
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At least your head is warm |
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Still forming ways to warm the baby, the baby's bed |
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Cause kids don't know shit |
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Everything they've learned is wrong |
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The girls on the block are listening in, |
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They sing, 'let's get strong' |
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Kids don't know it, but everything they've got is gone |
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We used it for some fuel and food |
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Then the rats took it from us and made a bomb |
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Words love holes |
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Getting lost in lies we know |
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Still believing branches weaving forests |
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Leaving helps them grow |
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Kids don't know shit |
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Everything we learned was wrong |
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Deep down we knew it, |
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We always knew it all along |
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Nebular splendor, I'll remember those constellations forever |
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A cursory person turns to me and says |
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'well, you won't live forever' |