I will find a way, no I will find a way
it happens every day,
you think its what you want,
because forever you will live
don’t take what you give
away away, away from all the piles of hay
I will find a way; no I will find a way
some excuse for, bought some more
we’re fighting a war,
like a story about the wise and the poor
the cold train rolls summer tide leaves
through the moon's backdoor
I will find a way, no I will find a way
she is the moon
deep inside our warm,
post-rock basement lagoon
I will find a way, no I will find a way
systematically blistering digits,
filling instruments with blood
filling instruments with blood
till the cables all get plugged in
passionately tapping sustenance,
a seriously overworked apathetic,
ashtray forest fire
ashtray forest fire
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