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H Is Orange - Moot lyrics
One hit wonder wondering if thunder pounds again. Obscured in luscious coverings of crowds and glam and denim. (sadly) Stuck in solemn 'where we were's' and 'I remember when's.' Play out the parts, give them a hand never the same again (please applaud me). [CHR] Part and parceled. Function fuels being. Way of the world. Life's but a dream. Lack luster trust her but truly what's in a name? Sap your soul and slap your spirit all in a day's game. (And now you) Scurry tight rope tether at the slightest mis-spelled threat. Traditional, conditional comfort without a net. (Was it worth it?). Condolence cleans seams in between that little shelter taught. Your blanket worth exudes that warmth and help conceal the rot. [CHR] Part and parceled. Rise as you run. Matched and morseled. Role and rock on. Stars are fading. Stars are fading. Stars are fading. Stars are fading. Stars are fading. Hindsight's right by light your lit and oh convenience soothes. But only spite will spit the right for those easily amused. (But still I'm) Tired of distinguishing my 'haves' from your 'have-nots.' Pick up the tab its up for grabs at whatever the cost. (So you will) continue to dismiss just pick up where you left off. Play out the parts. A rehashed start. Content in just being lost and forgotten. [CHR] Part and parceled. Function fuels being. Way of the world. Life's but a dream. Stars are fading. Stars are fading. Stars are fading. Stars are fading. Stars are fading. Stars are fading. Stars are fading. Stars are fading. Stars are fading. [CHR] Part and parceled. Attention's deceiving. Weight of the world. Life's but a dream. [CHR] Part and parceled. Rise as you run.Way of the world. Life's but a dream. Stars are fading. Stars are fading. Stars are fading. Done one time and it's a gas. Done both times it still a blast. Done three times, time to save face. Done again, it's a disgrace. |
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