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There's a kid killing soldiers in his video game
Does he know we can hear it through the din of the train?
As we tilt to the left, my lungs dip down to my heels
And I wonder how they got the bullets so real
And I wonder how they got the bullets so real
You would think every time I go out, someone's holding me at gunpoint
You would think every time I am traveling, the tracks were gonna unjoin
'Cause to think and to live and to die, it's just flipping out the same coin
'Til there's nothing left to spend, oh
You would think every time I go out, someone has me in a headlock
Does he know we can hear it through the din of the train?
As we tilt to the left, my lungs dip down to my heels
And I wonder how they got the bullets so real
And I wonder how they got the bullets so real
You would think every time I go out, someone's holding me at gunpoint
You would think every time I am traveling, the tracks were gonna unjoin
'Cause to think and to live and to die, it's just flipping out the same coin
'Til there's nothing left to spend, oh
You would think every time I go out, someone has me in a headlock
You would think every time there's a breeze, I can feel the shaking bedrock
'Cause to think and to build and to break, it's the product of the same cloth
'Til there's nothing left to mend
There's a bird in the fountain by the white mausoleum
Does he know this is Brooklyn, and people can see him?
As he picks through the trash, I try to sneak back around
But he flies at first sound of a foot on the ground
You would think every time I go out, someone's holding me at gunpoint
You would think every time I am traveling, the tracks were gonna unjoin
'Cause to think and to build and to break, it's the product of the same cloth
'Til there's nothing left to mend
There's a bird in the fountain by the white mausoleum
Does he know this is Brooklyn, and people can see him?
As he picks through the trash, I try to sneak back around
But he flies at first sound of a foot on the ground
You would think every time I go out, someone's holding me at gunpoint
You would think every time I am traveling, the tracks were gonna unjoin
'Cause to think and to live and to die, it's just flipping out the same coin
'Til there's nothing left to spend, oh
You would think every time I go out, someone has me in a headlock
You would think every time there's a breeze, I can feel the shaking bedrock
'Cause to think and to build and to break, it's the product of the same cloth
'Til there's nothing left to mend
And I think about it, think of how
Many moments I felt like right now
Maybe paranoid, but doing well
Flap of wings and an ejecting shell
I am tilting, but I always do
I'm not quiet, I am loud and new
I'm not quiet, I am loud and new
'Til there's nothing left to spend, oh
You would think every time I go out, someone has me in a headlock
You would think every time there's a breeze, I can feel the shaking bedrock
'Cause to think and to build and to break, it's the product of the same cloth
'Til there's nothing left to mend
And I think about it, think of how
Many moments I felt like right now
Maybe paranoid, but doing well
Flap of wings and an ejecting shell
I am tilting, but I always do
I'm not quiet, I am loud and new
I'm not quiet, I am loud and new
I'm not quiet, I am loud and new
There's a kid killing soldiers in his video game
They build worlds on the screen, but they leave in the pain
There's a bird in the fountain, and I write him down too
I'm not quiet, I'm loud, I am loud and I'm new
There's a kid killing soldiers in his video game
They build worlds on the screen, but they leave in the pain
There's a bird in the fountain, and I write him down too
I'm not quiet, I'm loud, I am loud and I'm new
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