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Unless It's Kicks
What gives this mess some grace unless it's kicks, man
Unless it's fiction
Unless it's sweat or it's songs
What hits against this chest unless it's a sick man's hand
From some midlevel band
He's been driving too long
On a dark windless night
With the stereo on
With the towns flying by
And the ground getting soft
And the sound in the sky
Coming down from above
It surrounds you and sighs
And it's whispering, oh
What pulls your body down, that is quicksand
So, we climb out quick, hand over hand
For your mouth's all filled up
What picks you up from down unless it's tricks, man
When I been fixed, I am convinced that I will not get so broke up again
And on a seven day high
That heavenly song
Punches right through my mind
And pumps through my blood
And, oh, it's a lie
But I still give my love
And my heart's all alive
For your hands to pluck off
What gives this mess some grace unless it's fictions
Unless it's licks, man
Unless it's lies or it's love
What breaks this heart the most is the ghost of some rock and roll fan
Exploding up from the stands
With her heart opened up
And I want to tell her, "your love isn't lost"
Say, "my heart is still crossed"
Scream, "you're so wonderful"
What a dream in the dark
About working so hard
About growing so stoned
Trying not to turn up
Trying not to believe in the light, on your own
La la la la
Ohhh oh ohh
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Ohhh oh ohh
La la la la
Trying not to believe in the light, on your own
Trying not to turn up
About growing so stoned
About working so hard
What a dream in the dark
Scream, "you're so wonderful"
Say, "my heart is still crossed"
And I want to tell her, "your love isn't lost"
With her heart opened up
Exploding up from the stands
What breaks this heart the most is the ghost of some rock and roll fan
Unless it's lies or it's love
Unless it's licks, man
What gives this mess some grace unless it's fictions
For your hands to pluck off
And my heart's all alive
But I still give my love
And, oh, it's a lie
And pumps through my blood
Punches right through my mind
That heavenly song
And on a seven day high
When I been fixed, I am convinced that I will not get so broke up again
What picks you up from down unless it's tricks, man
For your mouth's all filled up
So, we climb out quick, hand over hand
What pulls your body down, that is quicksand
And it's whispering, oh
It surrounds you and sighs
Coming down from above
And the sound in the sky
And the ground getting soft
With the towns flying by
With the stereo on
On a dark windless night
He's been driving too long
From some midlevel band
What hits against this chest unless it's a sick man's hand
Unless it's sweat or it's songs
Unless it's fiction
What gives this mess some grace unless it's kicks, man
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