Borders that we say are policing you back to their arms.
Tension to take, pills that'll make you fell higher inside.
Do you often look back on us, feeling confidently?
Would it make any difference if I wasn't late,
Or I'd been too angry to show?
The sovereign statement's wrong.
It's a bylaw and a valiant one
To honor hopeful thoughts.
It's the talent, not the promo shots
Story has shown you all felt alone.
Story has shown you all felt alone.
Even if... if the sound it makes when it's tightening,
Sweet winding up of a mandolin hurts your fingers
And you try to hold on but it's not quite working.
This reminds me of the sound you make when we disagree.
Story has shown you all felt alone.
Story has shown you all felt alone.
Even if you've been so close you're not alone anymore,
Still we grow.
Still we grow.
Even if it reminds the sounds you always used to make.
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