I play my CDs, you let the fridge go
I gave your winged friend the choice at the window
You're tearless and fearless in this type of matter
Cause you're rolling heart don't let the moss gather
And then you tell me how you got no excuse
And yeah, you're right, but I've still got this question for you
What runs through your vains, is it blood or is it water
Cause you spit out your disdain but is your mind any broader
Than the ones that you judge,
the ones that are still out there trying
And I gave you my name but I can't be your father
So I'll take it back again and you can try for another
But I think that you'll find that these questions
arise like they have now for us
As we leave it behind
Well I paid the gas bill, you paid your lawyer
I look like shit and you feel like Tom Sawyer
I'm wasted and weary and you check your futures
We ripped out the cancer but forgot the sutures
And now I see you with that smile on your face
It makes me think of all the times that you'll hear someone say
What runs through your vains, is it blood or is it water
Cause you spit out your disdain but is your mind any broader
Than the ones that you judge, the ones that are still out there trying (you know they're trying)
And I gave you my name but I can't be your father
So I'll take it back again and you can try for another
But I think that you'll find that these questions
arise like they have now for us
As we leave it behind
And we're leaving it behind.

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