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The Working Title - P.S. lyrics
[Verse 1] We all went home To search ourselves There's no one left To feed us now We all want more Then what we have Just pick me up And let me down [Chorus] State your reason for cushioning your fall I call it treason please share with me your thoughts [Verse 2] I've learned to find my place to hide My circus of rust and lies We take it down these holy ties Just run away and follow blind [Bridge] Do you enter lives Without knocking or warning Do you count the lives And pace the night til' morning |
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