Dancers who don't dance
painters who don't paint
teachers who don't teach
that's just someone that likes to preach
Ill stop reaching
when they get me a ladder
I'll quit acting
if you tell me your not leaking
we only have a single battery
Dancers who don't dance
painters who don't paint
teachers who don't teach
that's just someone that likes to preach
Superficial sentiment
bought with fools cement
I've had about half as much lies as you
but cities are half shit
Tampa's proof
Beautiful mold
room filled with smoke
cancerous tunnels
dead end lovers
hellish halo that hovers
whats been discovered
wont be recovered
its not a lie when its so easy to find
put my purpose back in my mind
no one wants a ruined life
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