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Definitions are circumstantial
Like courtroom evidence,

Your red is not my red
Your red is not my red

Well I'd never jump ship
This boat is surely sinking
You don't like my words
I'll carry them someplace else.

Without an anchor
Your left with empty hands
Clawing at sand, we are the undercurrent
Of our age, just like the rip tide
We'll suck you, we'll suck you in.

Your red is not my red
Your red is not my red
Oh!

Today the paper read another teenager found dead
Laying face down a syringe screaming, the unsaid!

Crutches for sale!
Your addictions kill!
Crutches for sale!
Your addictions kill!

Crutches for sale!
Your addictions kill!
Crutches for sale!
Your addictions kill!

Without an anchor, your left with empty hands,
Clawing at sand, we are the undercurrent,
Of our age, just like the rip tide,
We'll suck you, we'll suck you in.

Whats the point in lying?
When the truth is this fun,
Well if you dont like my words,
I'll carry them someplace else.
I'll carry them someplace else,
I'll carry them someplace else,
I'll carry them someplace else,
Well I'll carry them someplace, someplace else.

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