Churches Under The Stairs

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With the synth and sound we might just believe that we could do
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All the things in our minds with exacto knives and bings that will make you
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Write all the sounds, all men traded into worlds where we due to
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Love, and defined all the leaves that we can speak about
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Well, you know where you like that the cinder blocks are taking up our
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View for a while with the simple mathematics of our
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Lives and design. There's a head that pointed five degrees to the
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Right; do you know there will only be so many of our kind?

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Give us some of the ghost notes
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Give us some of the chosen, oh!
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Give us some of the closing slots
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Give us some of the falsest hope

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We are lies and go right down through the suction on the great
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Eye and we climb; do you know the knee scrapes represent that we
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Thought of design? It comes in and rolls you out with thoughts of the
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World not in line; do you think that they're imaginary
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Hearts? It was right to return to pieces of the circle
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Where we declined. I know military moments will believe
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Us; it's a sound, and a tick-tock to the world that tells you
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How you arrive; do you think that we are momentary?

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Give us some of the ghost notes
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Give us some of the chosen, oh!
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Give us some of the closing slots
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Give us some of the falsest hope


This is where the like, the like rude choir comes in, alright? it goes like this, it's like:

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'Cause we wanna love, wanna sift through the creation time by
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Night with your thoughts; you know, I am just a literary fox
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With a song. They come in like shells and sink right through the
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World and the rhyme. You know pieces of the poetry go
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Out for the cause; does it feel like somethings missing? Time to
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Concede for a while because all that's right is always; that's what's
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Wrong! In your mind are the churches right beneath the stairs of your
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House and the time, it's the tick-tock going out and weary...