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"Delusions Of Grandeur" lyrics |
Pressing on about our business
comfort is getting too expensive
hot shots for the pigeons with a death sentence
youre something like a pistol thats been polished bright
but if it never leaves the holster it can never save your life
[To be alone, to be alive]
i need a meaning i can get behind
a better message to subscribe to
set sun im an hour older
mile markers punctuate the shoulder
harboring delusions of grandeur
youre something like a canvas thats been stretched and primed
you could become something priceless or you could be a waste of time
i need a meaning i can get behind
a better message to subscribe to
this is the time to be alive
if you consider where complaining gets you
were living much too comfortably for me
keep drifting keep drifting aimless
stay with me and we'll stay busy on endless trips to anywhere to end up where we'll be
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