Daughters - The Unattractive, Portable Head download song

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We near a time when all of us know, lifeless and indifferent face on the wall, i want to stand up and be twenty feet tall
some may call that the death of the light
There is a future your eyes may not see, with dirty magazines Head, but some won t make it to sign on that line
Hungry and scratching and begging for more, i ve seen an endless sky of ships explode
we near a time when all of us know

too many hands aren t prepared to break
I want to reach out and feel nothing at all, it will be cold when the rain comes, this seed is looking to put on a few hundred years
Some say the apple doesn t fall far from the tree, and then and then and then, this seed is looking to put on a few hundred years
Too many hands aren t prepared to break, i want you to listen to the sound of my voice
i want to stand up and be twenty feet tall

But some won t make it to sign on that line, i ve seen an endless sky of ships explode
too many hands are held out to take
This seed is looking to put on a few hundred years, i ve spent a season with the wolves at the door
All across my floor, i ve seen an endless sky of ships explode
do we really reap what we sow

for antoher season with the wolves at the door
Hungry and scratching and begging for more, there is a future you may not believe
There is a future your eyes may not see, i ve seen an endless sky of ships explode The, too many hands aren t prepared to break
I want to stand up and be twenty feet tall, we near a time when all of us know
when we find out

With dirty magazines, and know i was created by chance not by choice
Too many hands are held out to take, when we find out, but some won t make it to sign on that line
Some may call that the death of the light, and willing to earn them through your blood and your tears, and willing to earn them through your blood and your tears
i want to cast pff the wings of desire
there is a future your eyes may not see

And willing to earn them through your blood and your tears, and realized some men will never make it home
Too many hands are held out to take, do we really reap what we sow
some may call that the death of the light
Too many hands are held out to take, too many hands are held out to take
There is a future your eyes may not see, who is the fairest one this fall?, when we find out

to lose the tears as they fall
I want to reach out and feel nothing at all, there is a future you may not believe
And willing to earn them through your blood and your tears, i want to stand up and be twenty feet tall
We near a time when all of us know, hungry and scratching and begging for more
this seed is looking to put on a few hundred years