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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Richard A Christensen
Richard A Christensen
Pan Flute
Stanley Sikorski
Stanley Sikorski
Electric Bass Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Richard A Christensen
Richard A Christensen
Songwriter
Daniel Brian Hope
Daniel Brian Hope
Songwriter
Stanley Sikorski
Stanley Sikorski
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Stanley Sikorski
Stanley Sikorski
Recording Engineer
SIS STUDIOS
SIS STUDIOS
Recording Engineer
TINY ROCKS STUDIO
TINY ROCKS STUDIO
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

Stop trying to be the lawn Even my eyes Stop trying to lead them on On and On Then you might think tit for tat Something is growing but it didn't leave a map If you picked up your pieces you'd know where you're at Where you're at You've said it to yourself don't lose time on the shelf Awaiting your fate when you know what's at stake And it's all become clear I know what you fear I'll be driving you home Maybe twisting your bones So they fit in then trunk If I had any luck I'd drive to the sea I'm free So you talk and you tax But you can never go back And you rushed through the lines But you didn't read the sign Only the pure can go through this door So you smash your way in Only, yeah, to begin And it wouldn't be the same if you didn't play the game It's all become clear I know what you fear If I believe in all that I see kill me Because if you think I believe what you said you're wrong Because if you think that I think like you think go on So you stop and you sigh But you only ask why If you think he's wise unto you There's a little parade it's leaving today If you didn't catch the last train to Venus But you're crawling around and the last piece was found And you're only falling to pieces There's a whimsical gate but it can only migrate due south But nobody's leaving And it wouldn't be the same if you didn't play the game It's all become clear I know what you fear Stop trying to be the lawn Even my eyes Stop trying to lead them on On and on Then you might think tit for tat Something is growing but it didn't leave a map If you picked up your pieces you'd know where you're at Where you're at Stop trying to be the lawn Stop trying to be the lawn Stop trying to be the lawn Stop trying to be the lawn Stop trying to be the lawn
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