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We were
approaching a possibility. One which
I never wish I' d seen. But
the people, all the people on the
street, they were pointing at the
sky. And the feeling, all the numbness
in their beliefs just passed the
nation by.
Waiting
for wings on their shoulders, to
lift them up to the sun. But when
those wings start to grow. They' re
lives will already be done.
It was
a fucked up time it was the fourth
of July, you put the sky in your
pocket so I stepped to the side.
The rhythm on your left and the
rhyme on your right and then you
turned to me and handed me that
lie. Burned myself on a Mexican
fire, I never felt the sting cause
we were gettin high. Looked around
the room thoughts began to fly and
then they burned with me in a Mexican
fire. Burnt myself on a Mexican
fire, little did I know it was only
a lie. You passed it to me and I
got real high, If you try, they' re
gonna get you too.
Then
we approached the point of aggravation
and the happiness began to flow
away. And the people on the ceiling
holding their breath, they lost
their self control. And the feeling,
all the numbness between their teeth,
started making mental notes. It
was a fucked up time it was the
fourth of July I got a little cocaine
in my throat so don' t try.
Waiting
for wings on their shoulders, to
lift them up to the sun. But when
those wings start to grow. They' re
lives will already be done.
It was
a fucked up time it was the fourth
of July, you put the sky in your
pocket so I stepped to the side.
The rhythm on your left and the
rhyme on your right and then you
turned to me and handed me that
lie. Burned myself on a Mexican
fire, I never felt the sting cause
we were gettin high. Looked around
the room thoughts began to fly and
then they burned with me in a Mexican
fire. Burnt myself on a Mexican
fire, little did I know it was only
a lie. You passed it to me and I
got real high, and then I burnt
myself on a Mexican fire.
It was
a fucked up time, it was the fourth
of July.
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