Know Your Onion!
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โฑ๏ธ 2:27 duration
๐ ID: 670883
๐ Lyrics
Shut out, pimpled and angry
I quietly tied all my guts into knots
Gave up on trying to make 'em
I figured it'd take 'em too long to look up and besides
It was undeniably clear to me, I don't know why
When every other part of life seemed locked behind shutters
I knew what worthless dregs we've always been
Lucked out found my favorite records
Lying in wait at the Birmingham Mall
The songs that I heard
The occasional book
Were the only fun I ever took
And I got on with making myself
The trick is just making yourself
But when they're parking their cars on your chest
You've still got a view of the summer sky
To make it hurt twice when your restless body
Caves to its whims
And suddenly struggles to take flight
3000 miles north east
I left all my friends at the morning bus stop shaking their heads
"What kind of life do you dream of? you're allergic to love"
Yes, I know but I must say in my own defense
It's been undeniably dear to me, I don't know why
When every other part of life seemed locked behind shutters
I knew the worthless dregs we are
The selfless, loving saints we are
The melting, sliding dice we've always been
I quietly tied all my guts into knots
Gave up on trying to make 'em
I figured it'd take 'em too long to look up and besides
It was undeniably clear to me, I don't know why
When every other part of life seemed locked behind shutters
I knew what worthless dregs we've always been
Lucked out found my favorite records
Lying in wait at the Birmingham Mall
The songs that I heard
The occasional book
Were the only fun I ever took
And I got on with making myself
The trick is just making yourself
But when they're parking their cars on your chest
You've still got a view of the summer sky
To make it hurt twice when your restless body
Caves to its whims
And suddenly struggles to take flight
3000 miles north east
I left all my friends at the morning bus stop shaking their heads
"What kind of life do you dream of? you're allergic to love"
Yes, I know but I must say in my own defense
It's been undeniably dear to me, I don't know why
When every other part of life seemed locked behind shutters
I knew the worthless dregs we are
The selfless, loving saints we are
The melting, sliding dice we've always been
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:09.98] Shut out, pimpled and angry
[00:13.77] I quietly tied all my guts into knots
[00:17.38] Gave up on trying to make 'em
[00:20.63] I figured it'd take 'em too long to look up and besides
[00:25.43] It was undeniably clear to me, I don't know why
[00:29.98] When every other part of life seemed locked behind shutters
[00:35.56] I knew what worthless dregs we've always been
[00:39.92] Lucked out found my favorite records
[00:43.07] Lying in wait at the Birmingham Mall
[00:46.72] The songs that I heard
[00:48.76] The occasional book
[00:50.70] Were the only fun I ever took
[00:54.47] And I got on with making myself
[01:11.83] The trick is just making yourself
[01:15.26] But when they're parking their cars on your chest
[01:19.36] You've still got a view of the summer sky
[01:22.81] To make it hurt twice when your restless body
[01:26.99] Caves to its whims
[01:30.23] And suddenly struggles to take flight
[01:42.02] 3000 miles north east
[01:44.47] I left all my friends at the morning bus stop shaking their heads
[01:49.02] "What kind of life do you dream of? you're allergic to love"
[01:52.73] Yes, I know but I must say in my own defense
[01:56.64] It's been undeniably dear to me, I don't know why
[02:01.73] When every other part of life seemed locked behind shutters
[02:06.99] I knew the worthless dregs we are
[02:10.89] The selfless, loving saints we are
[02:14.69] The melting, sliding dice we've always been
[02:19.66]
[00:13.77] I quietly tied all my guts into knots
[00:17.38] Gave up on trying to make 'em
[00:20.63] I figured it'd take 'em too long to look up and besides
[00:25.43] It was undeniably clear to me, I don't know why
[00:29.98] When every other part of life seemed locked behind shutters
[00:35.56] I knew what worthless dregs we've always been
[00:39.92] Lucked out found my favorite records
[00:43.07] Lying in wait at the Birmingham Mall
[00:46.72] The songs that I heard
[00:48.76] The occasional book
[00:50.70] Were the only fun I ever took
[00:54.47] And I got on with making myself
[01:11.83] The trick is just making yourself
[01:15.26] But when they're parking their cars on your chest
[01:19.36] You've still got a view of the summer sky
[01:22.81] To make it hurt twice when your restless body
[01:26.99] Caves to its whims
[01:30.23] And suddenly struggles to take flight
[01:42.02] 3000 miles north east
[01:44.47] I left all my friends at the morning bus stop shaking their heads
[01:49.02] "What kind of life do you dream of? you're allergic to love"
[01:52.73] Yes, I know but I must say in my own defense
[01:56.64] It's been undeniably dear to me, I don't know why
[02:01.73] When every other part of life seemed locked behind shutters
[02:06.99] I knew the worthless dregs we are
[02:10.89] The selfless, loving saints we are
[02:14.69] The melting, sliding dice we've always been
[02:19.66]