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if god put a gun to my head
Ezra Bell
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Well, the ilk of your high horse is merely a chair
When I was sat there weeping while you weren't there
So go fuck yourself now, love, as if you'd even dare
As the world wanders off all around you
Now at Harvard you insist on calling your home
But a bare house, a bedroom, a fortress, a tomb
Once the laughter's died we will all be alone
And watch the world wander off all around us
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The gentry plays craps with dice forged from gold
Fortune and favor for them do as they're told
Cry, stolen time, I'm holding cards that I can't fold
While the world, it wanders off all around me
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All the ones that I've loved have grown thin and grayed hair
They pray to their angels in the hopes that they'd care
We were barefoot in the grass once and I wish that we'd stayed there
And let the world wander off all around us
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