Blues and blacks have inched their way back
Past the sounds I know
And a light too warm to hold

I've heard everyone here was made of stone
And I'm a liar cause you'll think I've grown

All the wants you'd ever show
Trapped in a firm and frantic hold
Well I just did what I was told
And classicism turned cold
But here's the new modern machine
To keep em kitschy keep em clean
And I despise the way it breathes
Inside of you and sleeps in me

Working to improve
So trim the sides and get the glue
No more hiding from the truth
That all I want is to be new
So I will ride into the sun
Ok now Annie grab your gun
Cause as fast as I can run from you
It's not as fast as you can shoot

It's not as fast as you can shoot me down

You're a treasure in the desert
You're the water I've found
Now that everybody's looking
There's just one in this town
That's so kindly and so coveted
We all wanna dance
But I'm too comfortable with compromise
I don't stand a chance

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