Don't tell me about all the good people you've encountered
Don't tell me what they told to you
Baby, baby, please don't tell me it's the way things are done
It's just the way you do it within these walls

They watch you from the streets through your windows
They see the shape and contour of your curve
But baby they will never have enough to take you among the loyal surf population
The timer has been counting down

Unarmed you face the bleak reality of thouse surrounding you
They're lighting fires you can't see, but that you can smell

If something is smelling so frightfully good; it's on the tip of your tongue
It couldn't be true; they would do it to you

Listen

We spent a long time training walking on a slack line
Your pony-tailed friend and me
We used to count from one to three
For some reason in french
We know nobody who could speak it
Oh, but who really cares?

We haven't joined the circus yet
But it will be soon
I'd rather the words just warbles
That would be a nice thing to do
Make it all seem to mean something to you


Lyrics submitted by elhahaj

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