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This town knows of no deeper need On our hands and knees We crawl about our business business business business business I get shunted forward and backward and forward I'm a sucker for it Time robs us of fire and pride Eats away at your insides Christianity with no heaven to work for I'm not this war's first casualty It's time I brought you up to speed Consider this our first contact I am among you I am the aline (as Hazel and his Soul-Kate would've had it) Sick of calling and not being heard Sick of crawling Me and my bunny girl We'll fill the car with stolen wine Reach for the stars and lead leopardprint lives Angels and saints preserve themselves The one thing left to do is get the hell out of here while we can Reach for the stars Make it happen From Letras Mania