| Seventh Strike |
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I'm going to stop talking junk
We're not making sense
There's a round of smiles
But It's all in defence
I thought I knew you well
You're not this dense
I said: "We're losing our minds"
No, you can't take offense
I caught my reflection
In a shard in your back
I think I'm going to have to
Change my tack
I'm crawling back my snipers,
I'm calling off my panic attack
I'll breathe a little easier
If I cut you a little slack
That was before
I'm listening this time
Say something sincere
Only liars mime
Sure, we're bored and confused
They're all looking to climb
We've flown off the rails
That was the seventh chime
I caught my reflection
In a shard in your back
I think I'm going to have to
Change my tack
I'm crawling back my snipers,
I'm calling off my panic attack
I'll breathe a little easier
If I cut you a little slack
This is the seventh strike
But we can't despair
I've met the strangest people
With love to share
The toughs beat on them
Because they don't cut their hair
Those guys hate everything
Do they think we care?
I caught my reflection
In a shard in your back
I think I'm going to have to
Change my tack
I'm crawling back my snipers,
I'm calling off my panic attack
I'll breathe a little easier
If I cut you a just a little more slack
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