Lyrics:
gaols. Why should I have to choose a state When every one of them has failed? I am a frontiersman, Trapped in suburban England. And I promise not
all gonna, nah we're already dead! We're already dead! And those colorful words for tha Laos frontiers-man Who passed away with the truth Amidst
Never found a lane in this game Hell na I’m just swerving all over Frontiersman I’m a trail blazer But I move solo I’m a Lone Ranger All day on the phone
passport, need no reservation Picked out his future from the Sunday paper Saw a wild frontiersman begging slings and arrows Cause he's too tired and too blue
gonna, nah, we're already dead We're already dead And those colorful words for the, Laos frontiers-man Who passed away with the truth amidst the eulogies
I'm a frontiersman, piercing through the veil of dreaming Scheming how to find meaning in a plane of plebeians kneeling See me with the long hair
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