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| 3:11 | 
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Daniel read the paragraph
He read until the words ran out It said we're all in trouble now Poison in the juice carafe We drank until our thirst ran out Oh no, we're in some trouble now Everyone wants to be a perpetual motion machine We all try harder as the days run out We all try harder as the days run out We all try harder as the days run out With your teeth to your lips And your hair to the ground Well, you hear the fish and they're making this sound Saying, "We just want to go on walking around And feel what it's like to fall down" Patrick ran the race Yeah, he ran until the tire ran out Oh no, I'm in some trouble now Tried to kick it over I tried until the juice ran out Oh no, we want more trouble now With your teeth to your lips And your hair to the ground Well, you hear the fish and they're making this sound Saying, "We just want to go on walking around And feel what it's like to fall down" I saw Everyone wants to be a perpetual motion machine We all try harder as the days run out We all try harder as the days run out We all try harder as the days run out |
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| 2. |
| 3:55 |
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At the movies, eyes iced over, walkin' sideways through them gutters, and you realize that the floor sticks to your feet like history. Don't you look at me like life don't hold you any more mystery. Bag of splinters boiling over, on your back expose your belly. Optimism doesn't change the facts just what you're gonna see. Like it was stated that we're walking salt and coal. Plants solidify sunshine; how this started I don't know. Causing feet and entire chain shoe stores the sun's diary pulled up from deep canary holes, and when we read it our skin it becomes warm. At the movies eyes iced over, walking sideways through them gutters and your realize life sticks to your feet, your history. I'm gonna slap that look of your face like life don't hold you no mystery. All those red marks on our shoulders, self back patting, homemade trophies. Well the past only exists as tiny bricks we burn to release all its memories. I've had enough with rolling boulders I want more moss one me. Clocks to splinters but time goes forward and when them tree drop leaves your feet collect their memories. I guess all us snakes find our tails pretty damn tasty!! Like it was stated that we're walking salt and coal. Plants solidify sunshine; how it started I don't know. Causing feet and entire chain shoe stores the sun's diary pulled up from deep canary holes, and when we read it our skin becomes quite warm. At the movies, eyes iced over walkin' sideways through them gutters, and you realize that the floor sticks to your feet like history. I'm gonna knock that look off your face like life don't hold you any mystery |
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