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The Walking Wounded
01. The Walking Wounded
02. They're Not Horses, They're Unicorns
03. Duality
04. Carry On
05. I and I
06. Choice Hops and Bottled Self Esteem
07. Head on a Plate
08. Dear Your Holiness
09. Landing Feet First
10. Thankfully
11. A Rite of Passage
12. (POP)Ular Science
I'm weak like a one-armed boxer
Throwing punch after punch
After punch I, I give in
I'm so dumb, I'm surprised when they duck
Scared, paired walking soldiers
We're all wounded anyway
In our respective ways
Scientists, they couldn't fix me
I'm so tired of getting out of bed
But who would want to die as a cowardly little child
When our time is up, we'll be ashamed or proud
You stretch the truth like a crooked salesman
Telling lie after lie
After lie, but where's the line
You burn bridges, you're breaking down dams
Scientists, they couldn't fix me
I'm so tired of getting out of bed
But who would want to die as a cowardly little child
When our time is up, we'll be ashamed or proud
Let's take this train for one last stop, I know
It's not the end, but it can't be that far
Scientists they couldn't fix me
I'm so tired of getting out of bed
But who would want to die as a cowardly little child
When our time is up, then our time is up
Scientists, they couldn't fix me
I'm so tired of getting out of bed
Who would want to die as a cowardly little child
When our time is up, then our time is up
Scientists, they couldn't fix me
I'm so tired of getting out of bed
Who would want to die as a cowardly little child
When our time is up, we'll be ashamed or proud