New Hands - This I've Heard | Текст песни

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Life is full of farmers sewing gold
Nobody will act just like you told them to
Where everybody's pining to be groomed
But nobody's not dying just to read their tomb.
Where history's a game of telephone
Where nobody is yours until you take them home
Don't need to agree
It's not bad, can't you see
Just listen

Life is full of farmers sewing gold
And nobody will act just like you told them to
And everybody's dying to be groomed
And nobody's not pinning just to read their tomb.
And history's a game of telephone
And that girl's not your girl until you make her moan
Don't need to agree
I don't care can't you see
Just Listen

This I've heard and this is what I've said
I can't take my voice if it's not in your head
You can shed your tears but I won't cry
I was afraid of death but new machines don't die
And I will kill a man if I am told
As orders are the only thing that makes me bold
And everyone's full or they're running out
Except me
I'm incomplete

And they don't care for what you want to show
As everything you've learned is just a thing to know
And you've been broken by (?_____ queen?)
Going all the way with never coming clean
And honestly I've said it all so please
Place me on a pedestal or on my knees
Cuz I can't see myself
Unless I'm standing on you
And that's the truest thing I've ever said


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