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Death From Above - The Jazz June
The kids are asleep
As the world declines to agree
And brings their guns to point blank range
Their sleeping heads are filled with dreams
That will never come
That will never come
Lying to ourselves
That we can't still believe
In questions and answers that don't come with exceptions
Of the truth and bursting hope
The size of a small hand wold
Grabbing for things too short still to reach
The sun digs it's fingers into the wavy sand
Into the wavy sand
And steals the heat as it rises and declines rises and declines
Rises and declines rises and declines defind
The kids are asleep
As the world declines to agree
And brings their guns to point blank range
Lying to ourselves
That we can't still believe
In questions and answers that don't come with exceptions
Of the truth and bursting hope
The size of a small fist
Grabbing for things too short still to reach
