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Simple words, simple rehearsals
Beautiful mess, always weak urges I've thrown
And now I'm back for more
Honest means, to simple endings
Whorin' himself, show them a bit more of pain
Keep 'em entertained
Dying at the scene
Why you wanna crawl
Designer jeans, that's all you are
Fistful of means, stuck for cars
I know, I know its a war
Born of the city
Take your pride in the simple things
(You're up again, breathing)
Take the noise with the joy it brings
(You're up again, breathing)
You are the veins that hang from tall trees
Hands in my pallet, flesh eating is cliche
Sold, I'll just keep peddling on, on
Was it greens, spread well like ivy?
Over these bushels, under the light
Hiding from the battered sun
Since waiting now, you speak about
Take your pride in the simple things
(You're up again, breathing)
Take your noise with the joy it brings
(You're up again, breathing) x3
(Again, again)
All the little things
Holding out your arms
They'll shake and scream
It's not your fault
Die if I can breathe
A scenic song
I know, I know it's a war
Take your pride in the simple things
(You're up again, breathing)
Take your noise with the joy it brings
(You're up again, breathing)
(Take your-)
Take your pride in the simple things
(Take your-)
Take your noise with the joy it brings
(Take your-)
Well, take your pride
You're up again, breathing
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