Will this be the last plane ride in your swing?The
Sing, singOh so sucker for the sugar substitute and artificial
The lines I wrote became insanePoetry to raise my hand
Come back to anywhereNeither here or thereWhen I thought I'd
I want to cry but the tears won't comeThere's blood
Oh hide me, would you love?Until all have goneHorsemen riding,
We wasted all our hopes on a whimThey let us
Go onYou've gotta go to the policeIt's okay, you'll be
Play me the empty space behind my eyesThey're yelling and
Samantha put down the gunThe silence here is suffocatingSamantha put
I thought I told you not to run down on
We are the cityWhere the lights come on and they
I guess I imagined them myself when no one was
Jesus who are you talking to?I don't want to get
It's a lesson in progressHow far away can we go?Everything
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