in feathers we came we learned from your ways and the tricks up your sleeve and we grew but the distance between the earth and our feet was the only thing never to change but it opened our eyes something they missed something they put away back on the shelf and they can t see it through the immaculate dress sink like a stranger instead of the one they call home we can t believe in everything we hear diamonds by association don t count and i m not saying we ve got it all figured out why accept silver when you re given gold stuck in your ways tossed about by the sea waving around your gun that you ll never shoot waste not life s grace and don t assume that we are all the same stand up turn and draw i am not them we are not them they are not us and we don t relate we are as much the same as lungs to the sea please don t confuse the heart behind the name putting their voices on top of the crowd so that everyone hears they are mighty and great maybe i m broken and maybe i m shaking but at least i say what i say and i confess we grew bored from your ways we grew bored from your ways we grew bored from your ways we grew bored from your ways we grew bored from your ways we we want more more more we want more more more we can t step away from the ocean just because the waves are thick oh we press
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