Lyrics:
Secret British Actors
When you're tuning in to your TV shows
The ones you love, the ones you know
And after the credits roll there are
Interviews
the canyon walls are high
Never seen a bluer sky
And the cottonwoods are all lined up
Like a parade is passing by
I am going to float on my back
And trust
The law of averages says we win again!
Hand grenade parade, we blowin' up, pull the pin!
And then, boom!
Make room for Swollen, mane
And then, bang!
apart oh...
All the secrets I can not reveal
Secrets made you cold as steel
All the secrets that you tried to hide
You didn't need me by your side
I
bed
Giant, angry phantoms eat away at my head
I'm trying to remember the parade I led
I'm trying to retrieve all the joy I bled
I feel a wormhole
Hello, no one is available to take your call at this time
Please leave a message after the tone
Hey, uh, When you get the chance to please call me
you get worth what you gave up?
If you feel alright
Then you're made to parade
After years at the company winning
From the high horse you will
at night, tossing and turning
Underneath his pleated quilt protector, tears welling in his eyes as he
Pictured Marsha, her sworn vows overcome by liquor
tossing and turning
underneath his pleated quilt protector, tears welling in his eyes as he
pictured Marsha, her sworn vows overcome by liquor
When there weren't any parties,
She'd park by the quarry,
Walk into the woods until she came to a clearing
Where townies would gather and drink
In my secret garden, I'm looking for the perfect flower
Waiting for my finest hour
In my secret garden, I still believe after all
I still believe
Shut off the TV and peel off those sunday gloves,
And I'll stain the clean that you've been counting,
Old Mr. Fletcher passed by here today,
After
Shut off the TV and peel off those sunday gloves
And I'll stain the clean that you've been counting
Old Mr. Fletcher passed by here today
After 40
Okonkwo’s Legacy had to be a parade
And do you blame a man for making it without an aid
Like 17 and underground he looking for bread
Like Robbing cops,
the past is the past
I'm packing bags and I'm gathering
My shit to get up out of this place
There ain't support so I face the truth and then I parade
My way
dreaded
Use to tell her I love her just to get her legs spreaded
Never been desperate tired of being neglected
By bitches I never put second but they will
equivalent of having a wet dream
I'm the dirty little secret from your parents you've been keeping away
When I die dig me out of my grave
In a rigor mortis
Petty crimes on the day of elections
How they break us hour after hour
The chairman turns a blind eye to emotions
I'm not convinced by his porcelain lies
Pink confetti, shotgun wedding
Rocket secrets someone's shredding
Nineteenth floor.
Laundry ticket that exploded
Joust with quaker pamphlet goaded
love
Tryna figure out how to
Live without your smile
And I better turn it all
Around before my secrets out
Its hard to say
But it's getting hard to hide
and dreams
Chasing after freedom, we were on fire ooh-yeah
Drifting through the twilight, under starlit skies
Whispers in the ocean breeze, secrets in our
Think I should wait, there goes the night time parades
Now you all in my place looking like
Fifty shades of grey you the type
But ill probably go after
they never loved you, if they wanted it so
That you always stayed the same, by refusing to grow
It ain't no secret
It ain't no secret, man
I love my
loyalty, show me this time
Business is business, you owe me this time
Slime on your head, Nickelodeon time
Oh, whoa
Parade on Bleveland soon as I get
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