Irrational Lyrics

	作曲 : Austin, Bateman, Galletti
	Music-Rich,
	Dave Lyrics-
	Ron The color
	Of Money Is the
	Color of greed
	Grab What you can
	Take What you need
	A wishful
	Thinker Lives
	In the past
	Climbed on
	The world
	That went by
	Too fast More temper
	Than Imagination
	Portrait of
	A losing side
	Opinions formed
	Without Taking time
	To care The stone thrower
	Broke the windows of his glass house
	Thoughtless search
	For a Scapegoat
	A human coin
	On edge For a time
	Having a fallout
	All of his own
	Hungry for
	Want of gentleness
	A carnival story
	With absence
	Of scenes
	Slightly tilt
	And left Of center
	He can rum
	A four minute mile
	Just as long as
	He was chasing
	A fast buck
	Sour man Sit in the rubble
	Of your own making
	Feed off your own
	Disillusions
	When your irrational
	It's always a sorrow
	A thin line into
	The dust Sour man
	Feed off your own
	Disillusions
	Sit in the rubble
	Of your own makings

	zuo qu : Austin, Bateman, Galletti
	MusicRich,
	Dave Lyrics
	Ron The color
	Of Money Is the
	Color of greed
	Grab What you can
	Take What you need
	A wishful
	Thinker Lives
	In the past
	Climbed on
	The world
	That went by
	Too fast More temper
	Than Imagination
	Portrait of
	A losing side
	Opinions formed
	Without Taking time
	To care The stone thrower
	Broke the windows of his glass house
	Thoughtless search
	For a Scapegoat
	A human coin
	On edge For a time
	Having a fallout
	All of his own
	Hungry for
	Want of gentleness
	A carnival story
	With absence
	Of scenes
	Slightly tilt
	And left Of center
	He can rum
	A four minute mile
	Just as long as
	He was chasing
	A fast buck
	Sour man Sit in the rubble
	Of your own making
	Feed off your own
	Disillusions
	When your irrational
	It' s always a sorrow
	A thin line into
	The dust Sour man
	Feed off your own
	Disillusions
	Sit in the rubble
	Of your own makings

	zuò qǔ : Austin, Bateman, Galletti
	MusicRich,
	Dave Lyrics
	Ron The color
	Of Money Is the
	Color of greed
	Grab What you can
	Take What you need
	A wishful
	Thinker Lives
	In the past
	Climbed on
	The world
	That went by
	Too fast More temper
	Than Imagination
	Portrait of
	A losing side
	Opinions formed
	Without Taking time
	To care The stone thrower
	Broke the windows of his glass house
	Thoughtless search
	For a Scapegoat
	A human coin
	On edge For a time
	Having a fallout
	All of his own
	Hungry for
	Want of gentleness
	A carnival story
	With absence
	Of scenes
	Slightly tilt
	And left Of center
	He can rum
	A four minute mile
	Just as long as
	He was chasing
	A fast buck
	Sour man Sit in the rubble
	Of your own making
	Feed off your own
	Disillusions
	When your irrational
	It' s always a sorrow
	A thin line into
	The dust Sour man
	Feed off your own
	Disillusions
	Sit in the rubble
	Of your own makings

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