paroles de chanson Motion Lines - Busdriver
Stand,
pause,
turn,
turn
Stand,
pause,
turn,
turn
Stand,
pause,
turn,
turn
I'm
gone
After
you
said
what
you
did
There
ain't
no
way
I'm
coming
back
Spill
the
wine
Return
the
gifts
I'm
out
of
here
(Let
me
explain)
(Let
me
explain)
I
don't
want
to
ruin
your
ball-gown
Because
I'm
not
feeling
law-bound
You
can
probably
coffee-grind
by
body-mind
into
a
psychotropic
compound
An
ice
age
will
thaw
before
I'm
able
to
play
ball
Your
cryptic
texts
are
state
law
Yet
read
like
an
algebraic
scroll
But
I
know
you're
gone
After
that
gut
wrenching
shout
match
And
my
out
of
whack
palm
read,
got
me
on
leave
In
the
outback
with
some
lounge
act
Don't
crossbreed
with
my
ennui
it's
a
mousetrap
For
the
besmirched
and
weakened
I'm
like
a
jerk
telling
you
to
twerk
for
the
church
of
England
My
advice
to
you
is
Socratic:
don't
panic
if
I
look
like
a
dope
addict
Because
I'm
depressed
as
shit
Knowing
that
my
capricious
lover
is
a
migrant
bird
Your
absence
caused
quiet
stirs
That
progressed
into
a
violent
dirge
Of
victim
blaming
and
miscellaneous
quips
to
prove
that
my
discourse's
boyish
I
had
the
heart
explained
to
me
I
was
drawn
and
quartered
by
hoarse
voices
But
you
forgot
to
listen
to
me
when
I
said
I'm
impossible
to
love
and
cannot
keep
an
open
mind
So
you
left
me
where
I
was
Shredded
in
your
motion
lines
I'm
impossible
to
love
and
cannot
keep
an
open
mind
So
you
left
me
where
I
was
Shredded
in
your
motion
lines,
motion
lines
We
never
touched
on
it,
touched
on
it
What
we
left
To
be
in
love
and
treated
love
like
a
brush
with
death
We
never
touched
on
it
We
never
touched
on
it
We
never
touched
on
it,
touched
on
it
What
we
left
To
be
in
love
and
treated
love
like
a
brush
with
death
We
never
touched
on
it
We
never
touched
on
it
Slice
at
the
knuckle
where
the
mind
bends
And
I'll
become
a
motherfucker
fucker
times
ten
Crisis
all
look
enormous
when
your
body
suffers
a
sugar
shortage
I'll
cook
a
swordfish
or
prep
any
gourmet
platter
to
simulate
your
gray
matter
Girl,
this
rap
shit
left
me
worse
for
wear
And
I
ain't
got
that
perfect
hair,
my
love
feels
like
a
cervix
tear
But
still
kiss
me
by
my
desk
light
Cause
you
look
like
my
next
wife
Cause
you
look
like
my
next
wife
Cause
you
look
like
my
next
wife
I'm
here
burning
midnight
oil
Soaking
gravitas
into
cotton
swabs
In
return
I
get
tight
coils
of
human
waste
as
toothpaste
Oh
I
get
it,
I'm
old
news,
a
motherfucking
brontosaurus
And
to
think
I
invited
you
to
my
underwater
forest
A
thousand
fuck-you's
spring-loaded
in
a
balled
up
fist
I
open
my
palms
and
my
eyelids
become
two
default
pussy
lips
And
I
deserve
it
I'm
impossible
to
love
and
cannot
keep
an
open
mind
So
you
left
me
where
I
was
Shredded
in
your
motion
lines
I'm
impossible
to
love
and
cannot
keep
an
open
mind
So
you
left
me
where
I
was
Shredded
in
your
motion
lines,
motion
lines
We
never
touched
on
it,
touched
on
it
What
we
left
To
be
in
love
and
treated
love
like
a
brush
with
death
We
never
touched
on
it
We
never
touched
on
it
We
never
touched
on
it,
touched
on
it
What
we
left
To
be
in
love
and
treated
love
like
a
brush
with
death
We
never
touched
on
it
We
never
touched
on
it
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