Can you save my heavydirtysoul?
Twenty One Pilots
Wish we could turn back time to the good old days,
When our momma sang us to sleep but now we're stressed out.
We don't believe what's on TV,
Because it's what we want to see,
And what we want we know we can't believe,
We have all learned to kill our dreams.
The burning is so low, it's concerning,
'Cause they know that when it goes out
It's a glorious gone.
You don't know my brain the way you know my name,
You don't know my heart the way you know my face.
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