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๐Ÿ‘ค Walter Mitty and His Makeshift Orchestra โ€ข ๐ŸŽผ Well Soon โ€ข โฑ๏ธ 2:04
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โฑ๏ธ 2:04 duration
๐Ÿ†” ID: 2871672

๐Ÿ“œ Lyrics

This is the western coast
OIf everything I know
The fatal flaw, the coming doom
This is why you breathe funny
When you try to fall asleep
Why you feel alone at your parents' home
Tar in your throat
Shining most everyone you know

Forced to play along with our hegemonic host
Hiding my opinions in plain colored clothes
Just waiting til their bored of their game
So you can sit them down, shut them up, call their bluff, and tell them why you came.

I've stopped defending all the powers that be,
Cutting the leashes of our loans,
Defriending corporatocracy, but I don't know what to tell him, but ever since I met him I pretend that I'm not home.

I'm selling ads on the windows of my soul
And privatizing all the good deeds I bestow
I'm selling my old journals praying that they can keep in tact my savings
That's exactly why I'm saying that I don't believe I can love anymore.
No, I don't believe I can love anymore.

Honest I've lost my head or I'm pleased to be used to doubting the hope all this is for the better.
At least your hanging with me, at the end of our rope.

โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics

[00:00.98] This is the western coast
[00:03.65] OIf everything I know
[00:07.39] The fatal flaw, the coming doom
[00:13.62] This is why you breathe funny
[00:17.28] When you try to fall asleep
[00:20.83] Why you feel alone at your parents' home
[00:23.58] Tar in your throat
[00:25.35] Shining most everyone you know
[00:28.13] Forced to play along with our hegemonic host
[00:30.87] Hiding my opinions in plain colored clothes
[00:34.47] Just waiting til their bored of their game
[00:36.25] So you can sit them down, shut them up, call their bluff, and tell them why you came.
[00:52.56] I've stopped defending all the powers that be,
[00:56.16] Cutting the leashes of our loans,
[00:59.75] Defriending corporatocracy, but I don't know what to tell him, but ever since I met him I pretend that I'm not home.
[01:07.86] I'm selling ads on the windows of my soul
[01:11.52] And privatizing all the good deeds I bestow
[01:14.30] I'm selling my old journals praying that they can keep in tact my savings
[01:17.83] That's exactly why I'm saying that I don't believe I can love anymore.
[01:26.85] No, I don't believe I can love anymore.
[01:47.64] Honest I've lost my head or I'm pleased to be used to doubting the hope all this is for the better.
[01:57.68] At least your hanging with me, at the end of our rope.
[02:00.23]

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