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Polar Bear Club

No rhyme in relics passed the hands that made The storytelling, the times, beg for change Can we stand for reason and the things we know are sound? See

Introspection, fabricated. Pretend to hate it, pretend to hate it all The attention, it's not a bad thing. Pretend to hate it all When you first walked

When I walk, I run 'Cuz I'm far behind now Been climbing long In my sleep I hear starter guns It seems less wrong to live this life Back to front, no

And it goes, like sunshine to snow The bitterness inside with cause has been dethroned in my song to persona St. Cecilia, I'll love you for all time

The glow of gray, it lights the rain on borough streets And the kids who stayed, they aren't holding out for their apology Days like today make reconcile

200 gallons ago, I buttoned up my jacket I said goodnight to my supervisor, walked to my car, and unlocked it The inside's so cold, at least the shit'

Never mind, is this worth saying? It won't change so am I wasting my breath? I'm tired of where the bar is. It's getting harder to ignore. No glitz, no

Don't try and sound right, just hope your honest and trust you'll end up somewhere That girl that made you promise she says, try not to care I don't know

Forgive me my ties, connections and loose ends This is for the eyes buried in my neck With a promise of the future, of the uncertain I play it so sure