This isn't your song, this isn't your music how can there be wrong, when by comittee they choose it all (they choose it all) You're gonna grow old, you're going to 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) for your music halls and dying cities They'll fight (they'll fight) for your neural walls and plasticites 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) for your music halls and dying cities They'll fight (They'll fight) for your neural walls and plasticites
And precious territory And precious territory And precious territory
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