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Your eyes, they made lies true
Say anything and I would believe you
But there were demons, maybe more than a few,
so what could we do?
Because in my life there was only asbestos,
and Raymond Williams, you always took the best ones
Now, like failed pedestrian dreams, that's how it seems to me
Once again, back out on the highway
Watch the traffic-you know it's a Friday
And all the seats-belts in all the vans won't change your plans
You can get by on a few sins, and you can try to make a horse win once,
but you can't put back together what you sever
The rain comes down and turns your shine back to rust
Does that mean that you have to sever us?
Someday some shit will come around and reverse the earth,
turn your flesh back to dust
Does that mean that you have to sever us?