Bus rideThen i'm cross-townI take my seatAnd watch the streets
If there's violence in your heartThen we have something in
Change all the thingsThat draw me to youDo me a
I don't want to bePolitical energyA constant apologyOr an instrument
I'm jealous of the worldThe world is jealous of meI
Pull yourself from the roomWalk into the afternoonDid you think
MercyI’m waiting for the sun to shineMercyI’m waiting for the
I get dragged by my handsI don't want this to
I can't believe you're sayingThat you've given to me all
Dialogue communicateWasted words circulateCatchy phrases inside jokeSitcom pilot
Feels like the pavementProud and coldWalking feetWalking soulI'm rolling out
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