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Plastic Picnic
They put you on the front line
They wrapped you in the coat
They cut you like a first bornAnd spilt you on the floor
′Cause everybody fakes it
'Til year twenty-four
You′re choking on the sidelines now
You're reaching thirty-four
But everybody wants to know
Where you'll go with a Saturn soul
I should know
But still, you can′t seem to fit a mold (oh)
Oh, who cares anymore?
(Oh) I don′t
I tried my best to reach you (I know)
The ether was on hold
The internet is broken (I know)
It's a drug, for all we know
You found a line you want
With less remorse
But now everybody′s faking it
Pretending they belong
Still, everybody wants to know
Where you'll go with a Saturn soul
I should know
But still, you can′t seem to fit a mold
I should know
Where you'll go with a Saturn soul
I should know
But still, we can′t seem to fit a mold
Oh, who cares anymore?
(Oh) I don't
They put you on the front line
They wrapped you in the coat
They cut you like a first born
And spilt you on the floor
'Cause everybody fakes it
′Til year twenty-four
You′re choking on the sidelines now
You're reaching thirty-four
Yeah, everybody wants to know
They wrapped you in the coat
They cut you like a first bornAnd spilt you on the floor
′Cause everybody fakes it
'Til year twenty-four
You′re choking on the sidelines now
You're reaching thirty-four
But everybody wants to know
Where you'll go with a Saturn soul
I should know
But still, you can′t seem to fit a mold (oh)
Oh, who cares anymore?
(Oh) I don′t
I tried my best to reach you (I know)
The ether was on hold
The internet is broken (I know)
It's a drug, for all we know
You found a line you want
With less remorse
But now everybody′s faking it
Pretending they belong
Still, everybody wants to know
Where you'll go with a Saturn soul
I should know
But still, you can′t seem to fit a mold
I should know
Where you'll go with a Saturn soul
I should know
But still, we can′t seem to fit a mold
Oh, who cares anymore?
(Oh) I don't
They put you on the front line
They wrapped you in the coat
They cut you like a first born
And spilt you on the floor
'Cause everybody fakes it
′Til year twenty-four
You′re choking on the sidelines now
You're reaching thirty-four
Yeah, everybody wants to know