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Animals

from TX, '98 by Flight Mode

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lyrics

Take flight, then mark my words.
You're leaving in a metal bird.
While I'm grounded on solid earth.
Didn't bring my attempts any closer.
And we wait in a hall. Your name, last call.
We've packed your bags, I've checked your pulse.
That's exactly why we're not animals.
When I read it out loud it's incredible,
but I think I lost some bit in the middle.

Distorted, a punk rock blur.
Playing straight off your tape, this is what I heard:
I'm founded in another world.
And soon your ascent will be over.
And you're strapped to a seat, at thousands of feet.
I’ll track your scent, cold and mechanical.
That's exactly how we're still animals.
When the Atlantic states the inevitable,
we are lost somewhere in the middle.

It's planless, just how it works.
You're drifting down with a different bird.
While I'm grounded on solid earth.
Didn't bring your descent any closer.

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from TX, '98, released June 25, 2021

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