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I always used to think these
were the times you looked for
The late night opportunity, father and son
One to one, the house inside us
A few moments in time,
a few spare words
Something true that cuts
right through the
years of arguments
The mistakes and the misheards
But the path was blocked again
Always a private man,
her mother's refrain
A tree placed across the track, forcing the world back
I'm
Oh sure, we backtrack successfully,
we can always go backwards, stories, jokes, anecdotes,
the lost chords in the black notes, the good times,
the lucky breaks, the good guys, the
Fakes blowin' his horn,
earnin' scraps, earnin' corn
The night rides to the suburbs
Easy stories, witty, funny, told and retold
Warrants move like coins in a pocket
Old money
Old money
Forcin' the world back
A tree placed across the track
Enforcing the world back
Enforcing the world back
Enforcing the world back
Enforcing the world back
A tree placed across the track, forcing the world back.
Forcing his world back
I'm forcing this world back
But after the high, how the low deepens like a storm,
a cold front of scorn, you're killing
off the world with all those brutal jokes
Ripping up the track,
front to back, attack,
Attac,
Attac,
Ripping up the track, front to back,
Attac,
Attac,
Attac
Ripping up the track, front to back,
Attac,
Attac,
Attac
Rippin' up the track, front to back,
attack, attack, attack
The voice in the world is back
Attack, attack, attack
At tack , attack,
attack
Tech,
Tech,
Tech
I'm
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