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And so you step away
A suitcase full of stars
Words packed for a better day
Hands folding, unfolding
And so there you are
A hope chest made for change
Filled with city trash
All golden and molding
Dressing, undressing and dressing again (it’s like?)
Confessing, redressing, confessing again (it’s like?)
What’s pressing me down to the earth all over again
Oh, you don’t get what you deserve
And inside, you die, you die, you die
Oh you get what you won’t return,
The broken hearts, a landslide
Any last words before the knife?
“What will be shall surely be”
A stab and the scales come free
Rending, unmending
And so she slips away
With a box of her favorite fears
Which she throws in the ocean
It falls, it sinks, it disappears
Dressing, undressing and dressing again (it’s like?)
Confessing, redressing, confessing again (it’s like?)
What’s pressing me down to the earth all over again
Oh, you don’t get what you deserve
And inside, you die, you die, you die
Oh you get what you won’t return,
The broken hearts, a landslide
Oh you get what you won’t return,
The broken hearts, the landslide
The landslide...
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Rock steady hands shake in the station
Girls and boys rock the Animal Nation
Rock beat is pumping
The bass sound is running
Na-na-now
If You’ll Fight, You’ll Win
The future sound of every US small town
Electronic noise, guitars in the background
Unknown stars, but who wears the crown
Na-na-now
Small mob minds with the glam rock pose
Heavy metal chicks with their weak-wristed beaus
We’ll play the music that nobody knows
Na-na-now
If You’ll Fight, You’ll Win
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