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i woke up to a lightbulb on
I'd trade all my tomorrows for just one yesterday
we'll carry on
drink the sea
shut up and let me see your jazz hands
trying to stimulate a mind
hey young blood doesn't it feel like our time is ru…
the year is 1940 and something isn't right
buddy and his stupid laugh
they speak in a code i dont understand
gonna find some pretty wickin' things
i'm incognito baby
so light em' up
wearing a vintage misery
this ain't a scene, it's a godamn arm race
with the holes in my sweater
you in those little high-waisted shorts
i'm lookin' to isolate me
i'm gettin' on a mountain baby
people screaming, "off with her head!"
put on your war paint
they don't spit like a punk band
pretty little baby, pretty little monster
they're sleepin' in a coma
cause it's too cold for you here
the goosebumps start to raise
a kiss with a fist is better than none
cause there ain't no new world in the sticks
I want the world in my hands
my songs know what you did in the dark