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Fiction almost always made more sense to me
Snowflakes are the souls you’d never save
Faith is not a habit forming vice you bet
Luck is when you’re glad it never came

(Chorus)
When you get tired of kicking stones
Those broken bones will lead the way home
So many same days beginning to breathe strange
And have you the right to complain at all

Figured out there would be doubt it brought you here
Watch the time and slowly climb the stairs
Truth is just a word for what you want to believe
Facts are off-white politics are gray

When you get tired of kicking stones
Those broken bones will lead the way home
So many same days beginning to breathe strange
And have you the right to complain at all

Isn’t love what you play for?
Don’t you have all that you need?

Chorus