One time was not enough
Fourteen and lost, combing through the jungle sounds
The taste hit buds and got stuck like a desert island citizen
Irony settles the feeling of unease
I mean check it out, there's a decade on the way

It's all been done and done again and like hell am I changing
We got the tools you got the job
It's where we both belong

Let's catch up

We're wading deep and smiling wide
Pan in water sifting what we find
We're not leaving here empty handed

It's all been done and done again and like hell am I changing
We got the tools you got the job
It's where we both belong
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The (Not So) Noble Purveyors Of The Third Or Fourth Coming Lyrics

No Trigger – The (Not So) Noble Purveyors Of The Third Or Fourth Coming Lyrics