Telecast and I wear my mask
I want to go but I haven’t touched shore
Emulate everyone knows
I come back more and more
Under fire the rain seems soft
Coming home I never get lost
Pixie dust ice cream truck
Paperback heart
Free will I sit still
The blessings count me so I get my fill
And I wake up in the sun dried mud
Talking to my hand
White curtain blue collar work
Stitch up my spine so my smile still smirks
I got four kings in a jar of dirt
Waiting for a train
Mar 5, 2012
Mar 5, 2012 at 7:55 PM UTC
Telecast and I wear my mask
I want to go but I haven’t touched shore
Emulate everyone knows
I come back more and more
Under fire the rain seems soft
Coming home I never get lost
Pixie dust ice cream truck
Paperback heart
Free will I sit still
The blessings count me so I get my fill
And I wake up in the sun dried mud
Talking to my hand
White curtain blue collar work
Stitch up my spine so my smile still smirks
I got four kings in a jar of dirt
Waiting for a train
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