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There’s an offering of change Vitamin pills and get rich schemes Selling a better life A shot of paradise In a series of halogen bulbs All the tunnels lead to Mexico The hidden hand on demand Working off in the shadows Maybe they’re hiding in plain sight Just a crazy thought that crossed my mind Now I’m holding out for truth Amongst the sedatives Now everything I see Is played out on a broken touch screen And now the ship is sunk Let’s get down to the bar I need to see the sun come up before I start to come down Johnny was a head-case man All the things they did to him And when the rich men left And when he finally slept He’d sleep for an hour or two In a punch-drunk afternoon All of the chemicals Working off in the shadows It’s no wonder he took his life Just a crazy thought that crossed my mind Now I’m holding out for truth Amongst the sedatives Now everything I see Is played out on a broken touch screen And now the ship is sunk Let’s get down to the bar I need to see the sun Come up before I start to come down
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Mar 15, 2018
Mar 15, 2018 at 10:40 AM UTC
Offering Of Change
There’s an offering of change Vitamin pills and get rich schemes Selling a better life A shot of paradise In a series of halogen bulbs All the tunnels lead to Mexico The hidden hand on demand Working off in the shadows Maybe they’re hiding in plain sight Just a crazy thought that crossed my mind Now I’m holding out for truth Amongst the sedatives Now everything I see Is played out on a broken touch screen And now the ship is sunk Let’s get down to the bar I need to see the sun come up before I start to come down Johnny was a head-case man All the things they did to him And when the rich men left And when he finally slept He’d sleep for an hour or two In a punch-drunk afternoon All of the chemicals Working off in the shadows It’s no wonder he took his life Just a crazy thought that crossed my mind Now I’m holding out for truth Amongst the sedatives Now everything I see Is played out on a broken touch screen And now the ship is sunk Let’s get down to the bar I need to see the sun Come up before I start to come down
A new song of mine C
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Edward-Coles
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Edward-Coles
26/M/English
Mar 15, 2018
Mar 15, 2018 at 10:40 AM UTC
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