Armchair Apocrypha - Plasticities lyrics


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Plasticities - Andrew Bird lyrics

This isn't your song, this isn't your music

How can there be wrong, when by committee

They choose it all, they choose it all

You're gonna grow old, you're gonna grow cold

Bearing signs on the avenues, for your own personal Waterloo

You're bearing signs on the avenue for your own personal Waterloo, now

We'll fight, we'll fight

We'll fight for your music halls and dying cities

They'll fight, they'll fight

They'll fight for your neural walls and plasticities

And precious territory, and precious territory, and precious territory

This isn't our song, this isn't even a musical

Think life is too long, to be a whale in a cubicle

Nails under your cuticle

Gonna grow old, you're gonna grow so cold

Before the sun can deliver you, you're bearing signs on the avenue

You're bearing signs for your own personal Waterloo, now

We'll fight, we'll fight

We'll fight for your music halls and dying cities

They'll fight, they'll fight

They'll fight for your neural walls and plasticities

And precious territory, and precious territory, and precious territory


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