It's not what you have learned
But what they said about you under your shirt
You know they never will
They'll make sense of what you gave them
And now it's all downhill from here
Well, in case you break my fall, we're bringin' it home
Patrick, short flip and outside boundary lines
I'm running you down, well nothing looks right from up here
Inside out, I'm still unclear about the things you might have said
In pieces they stagger indebted, rush me to the emergency room
Flat line equals frantic endeavor but I guess this will have to do now
Patrick, short flip and outside we're bringin' it home
Hold onto the things you favor most
Shift right and let it run down
If my peace could find a way
Let go to the youth for honesty
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