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Hide the keys inside of the bookBleed, but not in the leather bootsStart the night with quoted liesStash the pieces at lover's aisleI can't keep sleeping in your mat You can't begin to keep your tired eye Melt down the knivesYou'll make it out alrightNone are made out of mossJust a cent towards the lightYou got to make it yourselfDon't just hang unto someone elseIf you can't keep throughTack with someone newDon't waste a cent and don't talk with sassy earsDon't waste a cent and don't talk with sassy ears(There is some more for you)(Sassy, sassy, sassy, sassy)Melt down the knivesYou'll make it out alrightSongtexteNone are made out of mossA cent towards the lightI see the sun rising and lovelyTalking llamas that will murmur an onionThey record your weakly contour and They produce a mount of things to admire Melt down the knivesYou'll make it out alrightNone are made out of mossA cent towards the light Aus Songtexte Mania