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Hell yeah, I saw an analog There's a tower in the valley and it won't be long There's a cross in the rocks by the roadside like Copy in an ad workshopped on Slack so you'll say "I clearly see the analog now" Thank God I'm wrong all the time I've been so wrong my whole life And I'm tired of paying twice Why can't both things be true? Why can't both be true? You're a fucking baby but your pain is valid too And me, I'm not hurt You're just dumb anyways Yeah, you're dumb and it doesn't matter Doesn't matter anyway Out West they shot all the Buffalo Pissed down the barrels of their red hot guns Went around and skinned them but left them though Their bones to blanche in the prairie sun Their line's been passed down a hundred years now With something jailers in a prison town know Why can't both things be true? Why can't both be true? Thank God we're born free but just don't lose the keys They hate our freedom but you can't turn anything off Aus Songtexte Mania