The neighborhood, is battered from the day
My resting place securely locked, where I can stay awake
Why yesterday, the kids were taken home on the fifteen, yeah
Their mother's couldn't be there
'Cause they're stuck in traffic
Late to the meetings
Whoa-oh, can't you feel it in your bones?
Oh, don't you feel the same?
I'm just that loner that can't seem to place
The dreams and visions
Yet all day in my head, I hear them
Just so out of time, whoa-oh
So I, I asked Brady how a garden grows
With fifteen hundred re-texts
Levied in the bottom of a gun, whoa no
She doesn't seem to mind it (she doesn't seem to mind it)
Is my salvation and doom in a secret, warm bullet, too?
That's when rabbits were shoes and not our dangers
Come into tune with the fortune and fame
Into a mine scrapped deep of golds and
We'll drown the ruin in a sea of the sane
And I've been trudging in the same two shoes
And bet your pretty baby, told me what to do
And I'm, looking to shore, just at the moon
Comfortably my left did, my right one, too
Oh oh, can't you feel it in your bones?
Oh, don't you feel the same?
I'm just that loner that can't seem to place those dreams and visions
Yet all day in my head, I hear them
Just so out of time, and whoa-oh
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