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Argonauts - The Little Ones
Oh where've been with that fist so full of cracks
As we transcend but we're making plans
And we're on our own tonight
Blame it on the Argonauts
And the still of the fallen nights
Don't you wish that we were back again
Lay down your swoon
There's a scratch upon my back
Yeah these are growing days
That hustle for the chance to get it right
Out on my perch now
Where voices crackle all around
Spitting sentences for hours and hours
You ought to kick and scream
For every fallen dream
There's a hard knock on the door
Like stones yeah we'll never move to shore
Wake from your sleep in
A town that slaps right back
Do you hear the feet-trampling
Coming around the bend
I think we'll make it out
I think I hear the latest sound
Now we're falling on our knees tonight
You ought to kick and scream
For every fallen dream
There's a hard knock on the door
Like stones yeah we'll never move to shore
Blame it on the Argonauts
And the still of the fallen nights
Don't you wish that we were back again
Blame it on the Argonauts
And the still of the fallen nights
Don't you wish that we were back again
You ought to kick and scream
For every fallen dream
There's a hard knock on the door
Like stones yeah we'll never move to shore
