Texty písní Andrew Bird Armchair apocrypha Plasticities

Plasticities

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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

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