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Don’t hide your eyes, the sky is coming down
Brace your head and neck against the roaring sound
A wave of waste hits, are you saved or have you drowned
The whole world’s bringing you down
This world is bringing you down
The whole world’s bringing you down, down, down
I pinch my pennies from this daylight dream to wake
Difficult game to play when propped up on a stake
Bleeding out just trying to make minimum wage
The whole world’s bringing me down
This world is bringing me down
The whole world’s bringing me down, down, down
From fractured feet the passersby avert their gaze
Won’t waste a wave to greet the girl who missed her train
Can’t come to terms, won’t grant a woman’s choice in fate
The whole world’s bringing her down
This world is bringing her down
The whole world’s bringing her down, down, down
Old man sits tethered to his polyester throne
His bones since settled for this chair, no more to roam
Until he’s torn out in a tide of styrofoam
And the whole world’s bringing him down
This world is bringing him down
The whole world’s bringing him down, down, down
Brutal blossoms bloodied by a blue monsoon
We leave our children budding in the ides of June
Betraying tender tales from old calendar’s strewn
Of the world we’re leaving to drown
This world we’re leaving to drown
The world we’re leaving to drown, drown, drown
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Eleanor
04:20
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White-haired waking mountains, shedding their old skin, sun ready peeks in
Spinning a stick in the backyard, making the wind charge, kitchen sink up in arms
Motorbike behind the garage door won’t start, the heat swarms
Swimsuits and sister’s scorn
Screaming profanity, dreaming, I drift through the streets and I see like the bird’s eye completely
We are going downstream
Gonna see where everything ends up
Where the current feeds the sea
Where does everything end up
Pretending to sleep in a hotel bed, miss the home smell read 'til my eyes shot lead
We rip down the highway, shoulder to shoulder, as stepdad steps Suzuki fifty clicks over
Heard words exchanged through the window frame open for grandparents furious faces demanding change
Prairie sweet golden summer, concrete hot rubber swing in my new untied runners
We are going downstream
Gonna see where everything ends up
Where the current feeds the sea
Where does everything end up
Chin deep in the icy river, you bathtub jet sea captain stand and deliver
Stumble out bubbles still bursting, feeling the worst thing, to wake up and not be a king
So you climb to the top of the reclining chair trying to remind us to cherish the time that we share
Eleanor, lilac and marigold eyes, she is soft, turquoise, voice like the breeze in July
We are going downstream
Gonna see where everything ends up
Where the current feeds the sea
Where does everything end up
We are going downstream
Gonna see where everything ends up
Where the current feeds the sea
Where does everything end up
When you can't remember me
Where does everything end up
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