Saw he was back in town Paper said he never left Come back to try your sound and the sound is all that’s left Washed out with a crowd He wore precision hide Hair groomed slightly brown He had always tried to hide I’m hoping you had passed the test 1000 bricks, that’s all that’s left Nothing means nothing I guess Nothing is nothing I guess Nothing really changed here Frankie still mourns the dust and the change is good for us That’s the way it goes I guess Was it the monkeyheart Or the horse’s legs? That left us all insane I’m not satisfied I’m not satisfied I’m not satisfied I’m not satisfied I’m not satisfied I’m not!
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