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| The Shins Chutes Too Narrow Fighting in a Sack Just last night I woke from some unconscionable dream And had it nailed to my forehead again To keep this boat afloat There are things you can't afford to know So I save all my breath for the sails. But you'll find those lingering voices Are just your ego's attempt to make it all clean and nice And make a moron out of you Walking a bridge with weakening cables Huddled up in fear and hate because we know our fate And it's a lot to put us through. Most ideas turn to dust As there are few in which we all can trust Haven't you noticed I've been shedding all of mind? So let's abandon that track And leave our fathers fighting in a sack Cause we are way too wise-assed for that. You might find some fools at your doorstep Hustling the latest changes to the book That's the strangest in an attempt to multiply Marionettes on weakening cables Huddled up with fear and hate Because they know their fate and it's a lot to put them through. We've taken on a climb And it's long enough to put the best of us on our backs Walking up a slide And there are those we know who'd have us five miles off the track. But you'll find those lingering voices Are just your ego's attempt to make it all clean and nice And make a moron out of you Crossing the brindge on weakening cables Huddled up with fear and hate because we know our fate And it's a lot to put us through |
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