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Your eyes go crossed eyes like mine You'll regret that when you're older Carefully cutured pride And a chip on your shoulder And I think maybe I'm better I think maybe I'm better off My wit goes limp again Maybe there's something about you We circle a sanctum And avoid the lucent break through Take planes and trains and 95 straight up Subdued sentiment Planes and trains and 95 straight up This just feels fitting I cross out these memories of sanctity I cross out these memories, it's a funny thing I choose this immunity that consumes me I cross out these memories, it's a funny thing Your eyes open up wide In an open-handed effort Our strong minds can collide Without this vigilance we exert And I think maybe I'm content I think maybe I'm complacent I cross out these memories of sanctity I cross out these memories, it's a funny thing I choose this immunity that consumes me I cross out this memories, it's a funny thing |