Marching With 6

Woke up late on that sunday morning.

woke up late yeah the sun was burning.

slides and chutes spilling explanations. slides and chutes offer alibis.

where the freeways mate and the flies congregate

there's a needle hungry for a place to sleep

where the jumpers meet in the film cloud eyes

with the doctors notes and them heavy heads we'll cry

lay my face back in the sleep finds me lazy

a fears friendly fed when you're free to be resting

birds in the sky and the rain won't soon call in

gravel laced sunsets foaming in my belly

evident was the flood

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evident I was told

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a wonder it was worn

frame it up frame it up now frame it!

evident I was told.

frame it up frame it up now frame it!

Ohhh my baby's gonna take your breath away

ohhh my baby's gonna burn your soul

Ohhh my baby's gonna take your breath away

ohhh my baby's gonna burn your soul

evident was the flood

frame it up frame it up now frame it!

evident I was told

frame it up frame it up now frame it!

a wonder it was worn

frame it up frame it up now frame it!

evident I was told.

frame it up frame it up now frame it!