, follow me I set a fire in blackberry field
Make us laugh or nothing will
I'll set a fire just to see what it kills
Now I'm stuck in New York and the rain's comin down
I don't feel like we're goin anywhere
Stuck in New York and the rain's comin down
Still blindfolded Vanity Fair
Leave our red southern souls
Head for the coast
Leave our red southern swords
Everything goes
All our lonely kicks are gettin harder to find
We'll play nuns versus priests until somebody cries
All our lonely kicks they make the insanely thing
We'll play nuns versus priests until somebody wins
Awesome prince hit your sleeve
Lose your high history
Make us laugh or nothing will
I'll set a fire just to see what it kills
Don't be bitter Anna
I know how you think
You're waiting for Radio City to sink
You'll find commiseration in everyone's eyes
The storm will suck the pretty girls into the sky
All our lonely kicks are gettin harder to find
We'll play nuns vs priests until somebody cries
All our lonely kicks they make the insanely thing
We'll play nuns vs priests until somebody wins
Leave our red southern souls
Head for the coast
Leave our red southern souls
Everything goes
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