Who's the hippy now?
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I cut it off to make you proud,
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abuse my limbs until the sun goes down
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I don't want to be alone again.
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Got Jesus' Autograph,
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no handshake or pat on the ass
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his saving grace was talking fast
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I don't want to be bored again
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am I ready to take that chance,
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put my faith in someone else?
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Let's use this dynamite,
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we're only making noises
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I'll make the brightness yours
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so we can deny who we are,
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I Love you but not today
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the darkness fell like a shout.
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am i ready to take that chance,
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put my faith in someone else?
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Together we stand,
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we're at the bottom of the cove
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it looked like rain but, it felt like snow
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Because wherever we stand, we're at the bottom of the hole,
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we'll dig our way out, but we'll still say no.
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The wound is king and how,
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his whorses turn they make him proud
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his vision's clipped like wings and crowns
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lets use this photograph
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he's never had the chance to believe in something else.
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let's use this dynamite, we're only making noises
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we want to affect a change with voice and electrical noises
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Together we stand,
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we're at the bottom of the cove
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it looked like rain but, it felt like snow
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Because wherever we stand, we're at the bottom of the hole,
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we'll dig our way out, but we'll still say no
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Darkness fell like a shout;
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the darkness fell like a shout;
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darkness fell like the shout;
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we want to affect a change, with voice and electrical noises
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wherever we crash, we're gonna blame it on the old
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unique to the touch, and crippled to the bone
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however we stand they'll be swinging from the ropes
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unfinished and young or unhappy and old
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Whorses
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| Biffy Clyro |
