Black Market Pandas Letra

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Is it cliche or truth
We lean on ourselves for the proof
And we're bored, sick, tired, getting slow
Take us home

And North Carolina
We are the same brought up
with rope and smoke

And West North Dakota
We are the same brought up
slow and remote

Is it a shame or a comfort
We say the same things to each other
When we gather hopeful in the night
And wait up

Is it cliche or truth
We lean on ourselves and our youth
And we're bored, sick, tired, getting slow
Take us home

And East Manitoba
We are the same bored to tears
and alone

And Southwestern Georgia
We are the same, humid
Proud and composed