Hypnoculture lyrics

Face those facts, you can`t relax

You gotta get that train back on its tracks

Till the morning comes

The work is done

Find your place beneath the sun

Rake those leaves as thick as thieves

Then go and put your heart back on its sleeve

Till September rain

And all its pain

Dies in vain

And I know what you`re thinking

The world is shrinking your bones
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