The Golden Clashes of Cadence

Tide sails, and rigorously fold,
But we didn't want it on the iron boat,
Mike says, we follow off the band,
But people love the desperate man.

Oh someone's been really smart,
Uh-oh, they gained control,
And cauterized your heart.

No school, but still we couldn't get in,
And opened up a batch of,
"Yeah you better, you better"
The hotel, who couldn't pay up our loft,
Some for the body,
Gotta make sure.

I knew there's something wrong,
Conceited soul, viva nada this song.

You're my guitar hero.

They said, you give the answers for free,
But the solar reasons bought his car,
Bite me, and make us lots of money,
Fling it far,
And throw it low.

What I'll never understand,
Cause we'll grow old,
Now he's in the other hand.

I don't trust you,
Why did you trust me,
Huh?

All of my news,
Clipped by,
I'm filthy, guilty,
And running out of lies.

This is his atomic,
Speaking,
Be your lady,
Disowned.

No punk rockers,
Told to,
Preach your may day,
And roll,

Total,
Favourite console,
See your later.

We got the books, we got the fire and the riot.

See your own game controlled,
I gotta get home.

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I know a girl with a golden touch,
She's got enough, she's got too much,
But I know you wouldn't mind,
You can have it all,
If you want it,
You can have it all,
If it matters so much.

But then all they know,
Is how to put you down,
When you're there,
They're your friends,
But then when you're not around,
They say,
Oh,
She's changed,
But you know what they mean,
What they mean,
Because they never do the things,
They wish that they could do so well.

I've got a boy and he's never alone,
Leave a thousand messages on the phone,
But you know you'll never get through,
You can have it all,
If you want it,
But I would give it up if I was you.

Because all the known,
They tend to drag you around,
They say "old sea's change",
Well you know what that means,
Well it means they're all zealous,
Because they tend to ruin the things,
They wish that they could do so well.

I saw my girl with the golden touch,
The problem was she touched too much,
And never listen to the words of fools,
Well well,
Hey you.

You won't get it that way,
But don't ask for too much,
We're gonna need our golden touch.

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Empty tins,
Filling out the things,
That make you fine,
About your hair,
You needn't care,
You look beautiful all the time.

Your magazines,
With people at the scenes,
That you still read,
I must admit,
I don't believe in it,
But I see how you get sucked in.

Because you're not them,
Why do you bite the hand that feeds you?
Why do you?
Why do you bite the hand that feeds?

Roflmao.

Shine, Shine, shine on,
Oh won't you just shine on?

Safety pins,
Holding up the things,
That make you mine,
About yourself,
You needn't whine,
You look deviant all of the time.