Such a sweet sweet sweet young man
Wrapped up in sinister plans
We’re using our hands again
Inside the holes where they always fit
We’re using our hands again
Inside the holes where they will always fit
Recycle time with nothing left
We’re turning words into flesh
I never want to hold a
Never want to hold the gun
I never want to hold the gun
We want to make it so necessary
We want to keep it so ordinary
Into moments loaded with instinct
Don’t you ever say we want the same things
I can’t believe the time that it takes
And we accept what it creates
I wish I could crawl in your head
And kill those dreams you use to define yourself
I never want to hold a
Never want to hold the gun
I never want to hold the gun
We want to make it so necessary
We want to keep it so ordinary
Into moments loaded with instinct
Don’t you ever say we want the same things
I can’t believe the time that it takes
And we accept what it creates
I wish I could crawl in your head
And kill those dreams you use to define yourself
I never want to hold a
Never want to hold the gun
I never want to hold the gun
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