Happy Birthday Candles Songtext
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Clean jet fuel, it's Saturday
The boys are landing as the children clap their hands
Sing, sing in rhymthic speech
Compliments, we're just the same
Undersold to hit the vein
Stop and complain again
It's always sunshine, always rain, always daytime
"I am perfect, I am right, nothing is wrong"
The boys are landing as the children clap their hands
Sing, sing in rhymthic speech
Compliments, we're just the same
Undersold to hit the vein
Stop and complain again
It's always sunshine, always rain, always daytime
"I am perfect, I am right, nothing is wrong"
We sit at the top of the bleachers
Cats and dogs and grain alcohol
We snap our straw hands lending helping hands
Is this the best that it gets?
With a gun-n-raft you're overrated
Maybe you will find some peace or dry ground
You're so tired of waiting
You're so tired of waiting
You're so tired of waving goodbye: final blue-screen goodbyes
Angel wings in homemade earth tones fly us backwards
Forwards now, forwards how?
The artificial radiance could lead a blind man following the smell of burnt skin
The human-apes look so deranged with hate-filled faces
Swinging from the branches, propagate the curse
Cats and dogs and grain alcohol
We snap our straw hands lending helping hands
Is this the best that it gets?
With a gun-n-raft you're overrated
Maybe you will find some peace or dry ground
You're so tired of waiting
You're so tired of waiting
You're so tired of waving goodbye: final blue-screen goodbyes
Angel wings in homemade earth tones fly us backwards
Forwards now, forwards how?
The artificial radiance could lead a blind man following the smell of burnt skin
The human-apes look so deranged with hate-filled faces
Swinging from the branches, propagate the curse
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