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LAGWAGON
The story it grows older, the story is no story here I never knew what it is, and there's no sign of it ending As I am it and ought to be, they're telling me I am [chorus] Bowling race car driver, superficial hitman you're On the list at every door, you don't bowl or race fast cars Composition competition you drive Just because I don't go, to the church where you reside I might as well go for it, the nineties won't be back again Until i'm forty-eight years old I can be the hungry, as i eat my words again, appealing yet apalling rising to my falling, I'm going to extreme ends, I'm gagging on their scene [repeat chorus] You shift, I'm the driver, over time in it's defense, I move their car And for a moment it makes sense, but I fail them in the end In the arms of old age, knowing only one to lose Feeling nothing more to hide, consider life a forgery As you're gagging on your scene, admit to fraudulence Driven to this thought, death is certain, faith is not [repeat chorus] Composition competition you drive competition Competition i'm losing i fail it in the end
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