And the bricks get laid, and they get torn up
But the bricks always get torn up again
And your friends wont wait, so dont believe that shit.
And they say they'll wait, cause trust me your
friends will not wait for you.
Then you'll be stoned in some park, just nodding your head and pinching
When a girl walks along, she's humming your song with your t-shirt on
Thats when you're done
There's a cotton crush
Thread and space to waste waste waste
And there's a microphone, picking every word up
Heard enough oh, heard enough oh, heard enough
Because the quite can scrape, all the calm from your bones
to get up and grow, and stop fucking around
to find a simpler sound
simpler sound than the shit that's clouding our heads now
Repeat to the end
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