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Dan Deacon - Lots Lyrics |
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Artist: Dan Deacon |
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Album: America |
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Head south headstrong |
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Wake each grey dawn |
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Hold on weakness |
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No prints princess |
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Mother my nest |
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Once choice to make |
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Get ready to go |
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Feel like we've been here before |
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Without a choice and insecure |
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Of where we'd be without this net around |
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Yet we've always hated it |
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Now we stand a chance to break the chains |
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And break lance that cuts into the heart |
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And burns the essence of our dreams desire |
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No hope in sight |
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Held on too tight |
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Skylines burnt down |
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No crops dust cloud |
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Blind dogs run deep |
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Pale surf, cold feet |
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Once choice to make |
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Get ready to go |
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Cold throne, no sire |
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Black earth past fire |
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Flushed out regret |
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No past, no sense |
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Brave days ahead |
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None rest, none yet |
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Once choice to make |
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Get ready to go |
