Twenty One Pilots - The Pantaloon
Дата добавления: 30 августа 2017
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Исполнители: Twenty One Pilots
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Your grandpa died
When you were nine
They said he had lost his mind.
You have learned
Way too soon
You should never trust the Pantaloon.
Now it's your turn
To be alone
Find a wife and build yourself a home.
You have learned
Way too soon
That your dad is now the Pantaloon.
You are tired,
You are hurt,
A moth ate through
Your favorite shirt.
And all your friends
Fertilize
The ground you walk.
Lose your mind.
He's seen too many stare downs
Between the sun and the moon
In the morning air
How he used to hustle all the people
Walking through the fairgrounds
He's been around so long.
He's changed his meaning of a chair now
Because a chair now,
Is like a tiny island in the sea of all the people
Who glide across the very surface.
That made his bones feeble.
The end can't come soon enough
But is it too soon?
Either way he can't deny
He is a Pantaloon.
You are tired,
You are hurt,
A moth ate through
Your favorite shirt.
And all your friends
Fertilize
The ground you walk.
Lose your mind
You like to sleep alone,
It's colder than you know
'Cause your skin is so used to colder bones.
It's warmer in the morning
Than what it is at night.
Your bones are held together
By your nightmares and your frights.
You are tired,
You are hurt,
A moth ate through
Your favorite shirt.
And all your friends
They fertilize
The ground you walk.
So lose your mind.
You are tired,
You are hurt,
A moth ate through
Your favorite shirt.
And all your friends
They fertilize
The ground you walk.
Lose your mind.
When you were nine
They said he had lost his mind.
You have learned
Way too soon
You should never trust the Pantaloon.
Now it's your turn
To be alone
Find a wife and build yourself a home.
You have learned
Way too soon
That your dad is now the Pantaloon.
You are tired,
You are hurt,
A moth ate through
Your favorite shirt.
And all your friends
Fertilize
The ground you walk.
Lose your mind.
He's seen too many stare downs
Between the sun and the moon
In the morning air
How he used to hustle all the people
Walking through the fairgrounds
He's been around so long.
He's changed his meaning of a chair now
Because a chair now,
Is like a tiny island in the sea of all the people
Who glide across the very surface.
That made his bones feeble.
The end can't come soon enough
But is it too soon?
Either way he can't deny
He is a Pantaloon.
You are tired,
You are hurt,
A moth ate through
Your favorite shirt.
And all your friends
Fertilize
The ground you walk.
Lose your mind
You like to sleep alone,
It's colder than you know
'Cause your skin is so used to colder bones.
It's warmer in the morning
Than what it is at night.
Your bones are held together
By your nightmares and your frights.
You are tired,
You are hurt,
A moth ate through
Your favorite shirt.
And all your friends
They fertilize
The ground you walk.
So lose your mind.
You are tired,
You are hurt,
A moth ate through
Your favorite shirt.
And all your friends
They fertilize
The ground you walk.
Lose your mind.
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