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Teksty: Radical Face. Cinnamon.

The castle has fallen

The birds have left their nest

The government is getting wasted

And the people locked everything else



The diagram is faulty

We haven't learned to speak

The prize is truly priceless

But I don't dare to compete



I never really had a reason

I never really had a reason

To call this thing off

I never really had a reason

I never really had a reason

To call this thing off



I stand by the road with a handful of cinnamon

Waiting for the sky to fall, but I'm not holding my breath

Watch as your skeleton makes a home in my yard

I'm trying not to lose it, but I never knew it would be so damn hard



Stand tall or crash against the wall

Time to pay for all my yesterdays

(I've got a plan, it's a good one

We could make a lot of money

Hear me out, never mind

It was stupid anyway

Let's go watch a lot of TV

Think it makes my brain hurt)



We've got recipes for a daughter

And cinnamon for a queen

And a president made of flowers

With a priest who cannot read

And I always want to meet them

But they're never what they seem

I'll go spin a lot of words

I really don't know what they mean



I never once said my peace

Instead, I say this song

But life's that way

It's always been

Which is why I'm marching on



Right, two, three, four

Left, two, three, four

Right, two, three, four

Left, two, three, one more time



Right, two, three, four

Left, two, three, four

Right, two, three, four

Left, two, three, one more time



Right, two, three, four

Left, two, three, four

Right, two, three, four

Left, two, three, one more time



Right, two, three, four

Left, two, three, four

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Radical Face