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Foster The People

Robert's got a quick hand. He'll look around the room, he won't tell you his plan. He's got a rolled cigarette, hanging out his mouth he's a cowboy kid

Call it what you want Call it what you want I said just call it what you want Call it what you want Yeah, we're locked up in ideas We like to label everything

Yet again I'm hustling, hustling, hustling Yet again I'm hustling, hustling, hustling Yet again I'm hustling, hustling, hustling But I can't seem to catch

I'll hold your hand when you are feeling mad at me When the monsters they wont go, The windows, they wont close, I'll pretend to see what you see How

Sometimes life it takes you by the hand. It puts you down before you know it It's gone and you're dead again. I've been in places and I won't pretend

Walk a little walk, smile, talk big thoughts Gonna tell them all just what I want That street, two streets, I see you and me Hanging on the empty swings

Rise above gonna start the war Whacha want whacha need whacha come here for Well an eye for an eye and an F for fight Takin me down is a prisoners right

Well I've been just I've been a bug unknown I know all about it but my heart is strong I've been away been running to save my head Yeah the warrants

Today I walked through the door and fell down on my floor Got al of my papers out and read them Seems that I've been wanderin' for a little too long Yeah