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come out of your grief there's no crime in life ; this signature         these beliefs you'll be sought out            by the weave in your manner         found you chasing a hollow banner show us all                                a snapshot of your soul there's no sleight of hand just your self divorce welcome to design chalk it up to our crude behaviour can't sanitize mother nature feed us all          the habits of your soul wasted time               entombed in your glamour clapping in delight                       camera chronicles out go the lights                     and out goes the kindness too so mad at the way you're treated           so ugly as the pressure beats you down hand us over               the very shame of your soul let us know your final decision sat flickering                             before your television grant us access         to your broken soul address your face in the mirror             ask it's advice like you are its wearer let us in                                         the burrow of your soul fess up                                                          the officials have the room open wide                                       and humanize your role we    shall clock the degradation    of   your wilted soul
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May 30, 2020
May 30, 2020 at 12:08 PM UTC
karaoke hell #1 [to the tune of EverybodyWantsToRuleTheWorld by TearsForFears
come out of your grief there's no crime in life ; this signature         these beliefs you'll be sought out            by the weave in your manner         found you chasing a hollow banner show us all                                a snapshot of your soul there's no sleight of hand just your self divorce welcome to design chalk it up to our crude behaviour can't sanitize mother nature feed us all          the habits of your soul wasted time               entombed in your glamour clapping in delight                       camera chronicles out go the lights                     and out goes the kindness too so mad at the way you're treated           so ugly as the pressure beats you down hand us over               the very shame of your soul let us know your final decision sat flickering                             before your television grant us access         to your broken soul address your face in the mirror             ask it's advice like you are its wearer let us in                                         the burrow of your soul fess up                                                          the officials have the room open wide                                       and humanize your role we    shall clock the degradation    of   your wilted soul
no folding time in a holding cell
#karaoke#lyrics
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May 30, 2020
May 30, 2020 at 12:08 PM UTC
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