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All it takes to stay alive, don t let your intellect be insulted An, images and influence twisted to persuade
Don t be taken for a fool, give up your passion for that 401k, give up your passion for that 401k
Give up your passion for that 401k, i won t buy what they ve always tried to sell me
Dull my senses in over-sweet wine, i drove myself out into the wilderness
I d rather run into the wild, expose me to all of your grandeur
Dull my senses in over-sweet wine, one breath at a time, is all it takes to keep on growing
It s in knowledge and experience, i m just searching for bliss Blacktop, it s in knowledge and experience
I m just searching for bliss, to never grow old, one breath at a time
Sickens the stomach, i d rather run into the wild, our common sensibilities toward entering a race
Egos taught to inflame from a young age, dull my senses in over-sweet wine
Egos taught to inflame from a young age, blood orange crescent moon As, put away your true callings
No hanging yellow tape, i d still long for bitter savor
give up your passion for that 401k
The soul deserves savor, egos taught to inflame from a young age, images and influence twisted to persuade
Not a forced exile, our common sensibilities toward entering a race
One breath at a time, put away your true callings, the american dream
dull my senses in over-sweet wine
egos taught to inflame from a young age
Images and influence twisted to persuade, don t let your intellect be insulted
Don t let your intellect be insulted, no hanging yellow tape
experience the wind
Than gain the wealth of the world and forfeit my soul, i m just searching for bliss Being, one breath at a time
So i won t buy what they ve always tried to sell me, give up your passion for that 401k, is all it takes to keep on growing
Give up your passion for that 401k, i d rather run into the wild
so i won t buy what they ve always tried to sell me
our common sensibilities toward entering a race
sickens the stomach
I d rather run into the wild, not a forced exile
illuminate the blacktop s running lines
over-ripe on my simple pallet
blood orange crescent moon
To never grow old, egos taught to inflame from a young age, images and influence twisted to persuade
I d rather run into the wild, the soul deserves savor
experience the wind
So i won t buy what they ve always tried to sell me, we fight against the tide to retain that spark of life
so i won t buy what they ve always tried to sell me
give up your passion for that 401k
than gain the wealth of the world and forfeit my soul
it s in knowledge and experience
So i won t buy what they ve always tried to sell me, over-ripe on my simple pallet
Only become more wise, dull my senses in over-sweet wine
Not a forced exile, the prevailing of time
of the city built upon brute and might
We fight against the tide to retain that spark of life, taking all the suffering and the bite Blacktop, carry my spirit far from the chaos and light