I been lookin' around at abandoned cars on the side of the highway
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Askin' myself are they a metaphor of the lack of drive, or dead battery eyes?
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You gotta' scream to get your point across, that's our way
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You gotta' scratch the skin with the youngest cut, it'll be okay
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Too many nights, in the Greyhound station up North Syracuse
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And the departure screen, lookin' at me like it was talkin' shit just as I walked in
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Too much debt, pride, and seinging mood through American veins
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The confidence of twenty fools with equal parts shame
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Yeah, we were playing dead, (Ah-ah-ah)
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Wanna' break my jaw, maybe break the bread (Ah-ah-ah)
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Can't leave or stay, sitting on the steps (Ah-ah-ah)
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It's no surprise I hear religion on the radio
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We can't find any other signal
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Slow, that's is how it'll go when you're buildin' somethin' that's worth the build
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But keeping in mind why you started to climb, it gets harder with height
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Don't you think of starting over now, what a waste
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The guy in your head and the one in the mirror got a different face
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Yeah, we were playing dead, (Ah-ah-ah)
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Wanna' break my jaw, maybe break the bread (Ah-ah-ah)
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Can't leave or stay, sitting on the steps (Ah-ah-ah)
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It's no surprise I hear religion on the radio
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We can't find any other signal
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Woa-oh-ho-oh-oh!
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Are you gonna' break down the wall
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Playin' with a red rubber ball
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Pick the hammer up, turn me all to dust
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Break down the wall
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Playin' with the red rubber ball
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Pick the hammer up
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Turn me all to dust
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Woah, woa-oh, woah-oh-oh-oh! (Turn me all to dust)
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Woah, woa-oh, woah-oh-oh-oh!
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Religion On The Radio
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| Polar Bear Club |
