Lyrics Cold Joys - Chavez
Pulled
out
alive
Picking
out
the
ones
I
didn't
want
to
care
for
No
more
collections
of
salted
confections
This
is
where
it
stops
They're
unleashed
again
Burning
through
your
afternoons
The
new
joys
await
you
Holding
up
the
high
sign
Shouting
out
the
punch
line
Burning
through
your
afternoons
The
cold
joys
await
you
Now
that
I
need
more,
picked
out
all
the
ones
I
didn't
want
to
care
for
Spilled
out
on
this
floor
And
this
is
a
move
that
I
am
not
prepared
for
What
did
I
stare
for?
I
did
not
think
I'd
be
here
beating
out
the
dust
from
a
coat
I
manufactured
Where
did
I
learn
to
make
it?
I
salted
my
confections
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