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HOOK:

She held the flowers and look down at the city
She's a child from a window with a view of an opinion
Its ambitious when the story's already been written
It's the Silence of the breath when you get up from a hit
VERSE:

Its cage of the window the airplane that crashed
The stamina cannibal cannon ball back
The old-fashioned way. I got em to gasp
From worthless to nothing and worthless to trash
The ads of the acts the way they collapsed
Influence the Young and the way they adapt
Their trap in the schools and making new rules and nobody wants to react
Their killing your television. Now, it's broadband
Fill a bust ominous with no logic
Monster song warning under the context
Saw off heads with a politic coughing
Im longinng to call my pen pals often
But they're blotted in a mosque here
Songs of Redemption but the exit might be full of fucking fear
And it's the parched of the impartial
Deciding for the juvenile
The stars of armors is a superficial can be found on the other isle
Now lasso the moon and pulled the closer like I was a child
I piled up all my toys in the corner of the room so I could get out
Please hail the gaps of obnoxious
Synonymous caution in is Parka
Parker Lewis and Lewis and Clark in a barbershop of Martyrs
And a box from the Unabomber an envelope full of sawdust
Collect call from the pay phone, but we ain't got none
HOOK:
She held the flowers and look down at the city
She's a child from a window with a view of an opinion
Its ambitious when the story's already been written
It's the Silence of the breath when you get up from a hit
"repeat"
She held the flowers and look down at the city
She's a child from a window with a view of an opinion
Its ambitious when the story's already been written
It's the Silence of the breath when you get up from a hit

VERSE:
The sirens outside the ladder scape
But she don't want to climb down
She's gonna fly from the 13-story to find out the ground is made of the ground
So mount on the Basin swing for the hatin hope that she finds her way out
SHe sees the paint on a train to faceless faith and all of the people in town
Well, I'll just walk over take phones out
The take pictures watching post up
Now. What is the humanity and the things that you've done?
What is the problem with us
There is so much going on that side of that window did everybody lost their trust
Sons of the losses moves of the conflict and the problems that we overcome
That's the sky as the potion
That's the problem of devotion
Its the people in the roads where they walk with. No one home here
Soaking in a broken road of torture
Courted walls and small exposure
Small dosages of soma
She just wants his trip over
Because the position to life was living a wrong
She's ready for giving she's ready for gone
Her Mama got A neddle in her arm
Her daddy  gone
She's home alone
The boyfriend to come in the morning and take care of properties and all the things that he wants
Its better to be better than them and it's better to move on
HOOK:
She held the flowers and look down at the city
She's a child from a window with a view of an opinion
Its ambitious when the story's already been written
It's the Silence of the breath when you get up from a hit