Soapbox Sunday

Courier Club

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    Put it in the ground, exactly where it stands
    No need for this to run on because we're nearly there
    We're clocked out, next to nothing with no way to keep this
    Running
    I thought there was a reason playing this scene like an arcade
    Racking up a score up on a glass screen while you're withering your worth away
    Slipping up on words you used to say with ease

    Now everybody knows that I know that she knows
    Prancing around the room like a soapbox Sunday
    Find a way back now, find a way back now
    You got something we could use around

    Last call for the B list actors
    Running around with their television tongues
    And paint by number smiles
    Yet I've known this is how things go for a while now
    I just can't see the good in it
    You and me yeah our time is through
    Picking up the pieces of old statues
    Clear heads let some light through
    Take on a new point of view
    We're clocked out, next to nothing with no way to keep this
    Running
    I thought there was a reason, I thought there was a way

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    Now everybody knows that I know that she knows
    Prancing around the room like a soapbox Sunday
    Find a way back now, find a way back now
    You got something we could use around

    Oh, its old friends drawing battle lines over bad times
    No one ever wins
    Its new friends drawing battle lines over things they heard
    Oh, it never ends

    Now everybody knows that I know that she knows
    Prancing around the room like a soapbox Sunday
    Find a way back now, find a way back now
    You got something we could use around

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