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| Title | $20 |
|---|---|
| Artist | Bars of Gold |
| Album | Shelters |
| Release Date | (not set) |
| Description | ? |
| Lyrics | I was born in giant buildings I grew up in giant buildings I cut my teeth in giant buildings Here come the knees I was raised in automobiles Learned to love in automobiles I shit out cars and different ideas Here comes the knees You can make that high school sound You can get stock answers You can build a bright parade Eat up all the apples that there Eaten up by every mammal Burn your flag they're making new ones My handprint it was the smallest it was a stupid kind of fear In this space there stood a monster A sailboat without a rudder And without friends bones in the bottom I hope they’re looking for me Chorus Give me imagination Give me some place to rest I'm working it out. I'm making sense out of it It’s already turned to shit. We'll put a bullet to the restYou might also like |