I traced your tracks to your parents house, so thanks for praying for snow.
I may be young but I'm no coward, I just couldnt take your tone. I asked you kindly "would you bother to attend the friendly slaughter at my game?"
You just sat behind the bleachers hanging out with all the refers but you came!
You are the fox that makes me whisper, the rain that makes me grow.
The golden goose that gets my gander. The tee that drives me home.
I fake the pride in my eyes while I deal with the pain in my throat.
Yeah even through you were disloyal, you're the rainbow in my oil. Beautiful!
And so now I've got to let you go because if you give me the slip king lion stays alone.
Hanging through the wind, these are never going to find me. Hang it from the chimneys you're never going to see me break.
Hang it from wind these are never going to find me. Hang it from the chimneys youre never going to see me again.
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