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The Grammar Club
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Four Fine Walls
Your hand always feels so good in mine Well dilly-dally no way baby, hey, we're losing time Bombs and bullets are just part of the scenes And at the end your time is written like you've got a disease So let's Split before you're ending up in a freezer They put you on the cover till they don't really need ya The hype gets out there and the book gets sold But then they push ya stage left before your story gets told.
Move, move, slide to the left, move, move, slide to the right, drink, drink, bottle of, red, drink, drink, bottle of white
I'm not crazy, maybe I have a dream No you're not the victim baby, I need you save me Let's make it the last scene, move on to the big screen Know we're way too freaking indie to ever go mainstream You're the love of my life, hope you dig that Say you gotta lotta luggage, we can lift that In no time they'll be wanting us dead Or I swear they'll have ya wearing little more than a tread
Move, move, slide to the left, move, move, slide to the right, drink, drink bottle of, dark, drink, drink bottle of light
What's the worst thing that could happen if we were to bust out of these four fine walls? Creeping tempers flare we'll find our answers there beyond these four fine walls Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com sure can bring it on
She walks down the darkest alleys She got her bag clutched close to her breast She takes her keys, hands shaking badly Chest, tight like hallways, ain't that always
The way I see a damsel in distress Princess not in this one but the next And we wait, as we watch with some bated breath For a caped crusader to save her from death
Cuz all I'm seeing is repetitive penmanship That's steady lacking in ettiquette to feminist aesthetic , it's Strictly irrelevant, a tree house no more With a no girls allowed sign hung on the front door
And she's surrounded by walls closing in She's feeling trapped, forced into the poses Outfits that cut off her circulation, toes And fingers into fists as she breaks through the fourth wall
Like John Cusack at his finest We can leave these walls behind us Skip the panels then get off of the page Were not the first to do it baby, just check out my boy Wade And screw what the fans say, they made it go this way Jason paid with a Joker wielded crowbar to the brain Start to feel like all our issues and our days are numbered But I promise we can find a new world that we can discover I'm on a brand new crusade Out to prove there's more to life than the number ya get paid The number of stock sold, you can't keep it on the shelf You can bring entire armies, I can do this by myself, uh huh You're my Wonder Woman and my Power Girl If I had my druthers I would tell entire worlds But first we gotta move away from this curse Everyday we live with danger so how could it get worse? Huh?
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