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Fire up the scanner and keep your eyes on it, plotting triumphant returns to the city
don t let anyone see that you re bleeding
Our dreams were like fugitive warlords, let s go where the jackals are breeding Mountain, plotting triumphant returns to the city
we tether our dreams to the turf
Don t let anyone see that you re bleeding, let s go where the jackals are breeding
Our dreams were like fugitive warlords, let s go where the jackals are breeding, i can remember when we were in high school
plotting triumphant returns to the city
Jellyfish riding the surf, our dreams were like fugitive warlords
Now we are practical men of the world, jellyfish riding the surf
Garden grove, garden grove
The warm love of god coursing through you, we tether our dreams to the turf, garden grove
don t speak unless someone speaks to you
Let s go where the jackals are breeding, hands in your pockets and sun on your face
i can remember when we were in high school
Jellyfish riding the surf, garden grove
Our dreams were like fugitive warlords, wipe down the windshields and roll down the windows The, let s go where the jackals are breeding
Garden grove, our dreams were like fugitive warlords Goats, the warm love of god coursing through you
wipe down the windshields and roll down the windows
Don t let anyone see that you re bleeding, let s go where the jackals are breeding The, keeping tec-9s tucked under the floorboards
shoving our heads straight into the guts of the stove
And cruise down these alleys for honey to feed them, garden grove
jellyfish riding the surf
The warm love of god coursing through you, the warm love of god coursing through you Again, don t let anyone see that you re bleeding
plotting triumphant returns to the city
Wrap this bandana around your head, our dreams were like fugitive warlords, now we are practical men of the world
garden grove
Garden grove, don t speak unless someone speaks to you
Garden grove, we tether our dreams to the turf Again, we tether our dreams to the turf
Hands in your pockets and sun on your face, garden grove, garden grove
I can remember when we were in high school, hands in your pockets and sun on your face
Don t speak unless someone speaks to you, fire up the scanner and keep your eyes on it Mountain, the warm love of god coursing through you
fire up the scanner and keep your eyes on it
shoving our heads straight into the guts of the stove