We don't have no boner,
we're the people that we're supposed to be.
It's a family of our own,
sorry if we're close.
You shouldn't, if you're never here,
leave the rest to the trickery.
That's common sense and it's fair.
And I wonder how we'll put down his arm,
It's so hard to live your life in a half-hearted pitch soul.
Cause there ain't no sign,
no sign,
no sign of love.
No sign,
no sign,
no sign of love.
Isn't that right, CAL 32 ***?
I'm
too desolate in
here
faces that are twisted it can almost smell fear
even years of practice
and maintaining your facade
don't you know we've got a minute and a half and it's hopelessly hard
there's no time
there's no time to fly
there's no time
there's no time
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