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the motorcycle industry - you win كلمات أغنية

each and every person born without a face is who i long to be
move my sleeping bag across the wooden floor
raise my beaten hands to yours and make my plea
each and every storm cloud gathered high above the california trees
is just another soft reminder that there’s a million things that i won’t ever see

and when i finally leave the desert will they let me clean the sand out of my t__th?
and when i finally leave my parents how will i know i have all thе things i need?
there’s no checklist
no gold star, for mе

when will you come claw my insides?
when will you come claw my insides?
when will you come claw my insides?
when will you come claw my insides?
when will you come claw my insides, try?

all of the apostles talking sh_t on me from inside my tv
making fun of how i don’t know who to talk to and how no one wants to put out our cds
all of my old teachers whispering about how lucky i could be
but when you show your public high school to enough of your ex_girlfriends you retreat

when you finally leave my nightmares how will i know where to find you when i sleep?
and when you finally call me out, will i just sit there and pretend that i believe?
i don’t know
i guess
we’ll see
when will you come claw my insides?
when will you come claw my insides?
when will you come claw my insides?
when will you come claw my insides?
when will you come claw my insides?
when will you come claw my insides?
when will you come claw my insides?
when will you come claw my insides?

i get it
i’m nothing
i get it
i’m nothing
i get it
i’m nothing
you win

- the motorcycle industry

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