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Outmoded

you stand in the street waiting for your confidence

 

It's all in your mind, the dankness and the fight

 

wish you'd have stayed silent and in the right

 

it broke you apart and you suddenly became a sore sight

 

 

All men to their battle stations

 

we've got ourselves a little situation

 

despite our most elaborate walls constructed to keep it out

 

Doubt has found a loop hole and stole what it's all about

 

 

I tried to drink the pride of an innocent that died

 

that night you gave up your independence

And now you're aggravated by anything that shines

 

 

Well I can carry you till the end of this gravel road

 

leading to our humble abode

 

But you've got to invent a new way to travel

 

something that your footsteps won't unravel

 

solid ground seems impossible until your pace is slowed

 

and sometimes I wish it didn't ever show

 

 

We drank the pride of the innocence that prematurely died

 

with hopes of losing our crooked stride

 

but with incredible gravity our atmosphere was denied

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