Last update on: April 21, 2020
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#together against coronavirus

You force my hands with righteous plans, I cave in like a beast My horns were howlin' while you were prowlin' somewhere further east The reckless prints of halfway stints in sin

The days have changed but where do the nights begin In those fields we searched for shields to guard us from their shapes Shifting hours to fuel our powers and cleanse our masks in pain But now and then I forget where I changed Did I build this world or simply rearrange I can't run back home You still got locks on your doors And I've got room to roam So shake me down, sew me up and take control The grinds of excess all possess the chore of all my worlds Sent to shiver and surely wither away in trampled chords But I don't mind cause they won't find me here I'll sleep on clouds and burn the atmosphere I can't run back home You still got locks on your doors And I've got room to roam So shake me down, sew me up and take control I can't run back home You still got locks on your doors And I've got room to roam So shake me down, sew me up and take control Shake me down, sew me up, and take control

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