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​oranges - ​mark drizzle lyrics

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[intro: cedar pocket]
ha*a*a*ah…
i’ll do, i’ll do a few more

[verse 1: mark drizzle]
the long arc of history doesn’t bend
it just decays until the end
some preacher’s righteous dividends
some party i didn’t attend

new soft cells i cannot create
sell oranges off the interstate
the sun goes down fifteen to eight
so you better film it now
[chorus: mark drizzle]
(but the glass has turned to sand)
these days that we have fasted
our stomachs full of plastic now

[verse 2: cedar pocket & mark drizzle]
you could light a bottle, you could tell me to run
you could be a model, you could be a terrible son
you could hide out in your hovel ’til that hard knock comes
broke my window and i guess i better buy me a gun

we’re burning matches on a mattress while we stare at the sun
it’s not fun anymore, so we better k!ll it now

[chorus: mark drizzle]
(but the glass has turned to sand)
these days that we have fasted
our stomachs full of plastic

(there’s blood on their hands)
soft bones and paper fashion
your heart is looking tragic now

[outro: mark drizzle]
(’cause i’m too stupid, i’m too stupid not to stare at the sun)
your smoke is stale (smoke is stale)
(burning matches on a mattress just so i can feel something)
and my lungs are frail (lungs are frail)
(turn my head and, turn my head and they’ve got blood on their hands again)
i know it’s getting worse
i know i’m not the first
to try to find a way out of this
(turn my head and, turn my head and they’ve got blood on their hands again)
(’cause i’m too stupid, i’m too stupid not to stare at the sun)
your smoke is stale (smoke is stale)
(burning matches on a mattress just so i can feel something)
and my lungs are frail (lungs are frail)
(turn my head and, turn my head and they’ve got blood on their hands again)
i know it’s getting worse
i know i’m not the first
to try to find a way out of this
(turn my head and, turn my head and they’ve got blood on their hands again)

(’cause i’m too stupid, i’m too stupid not to stare at the sun)
your smoke is stale (smoke is stale)
(burning matches on a mattress just so i can feel something)
and my lungs are frail (lungs are frail)
my lungs are frail (frail)

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