Work Drugs - The Art of Progress | Текст песни

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• The Art of Progress

throw me out just like a foster on the porch
a hero behind the bar
I'm not insane like the doctors swore

scores were made to be shattered on the 8-bit screen
there's too much history
a California high life teen

because we're too young
to make this last forever
we're too strong
the art of progress

metal statues lining the sides of pixel road
where mothers dare to roll
the dice on a broken home

but it's too late now, I've gone and found the sea
you're selling pictures of me
good news it comes in threes

because we're too young
to make this last forever
we're too strong
the art of progress

our names, our names, inside these songs
even if our intentions come off wrong

our names, our names, inside these songs
we'll prove them wrong, we'll prove them wrong

we'll make this, we'll make this last forever

we'll prove them wrong


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