Filter the Grit

You know it's never like you plan
We're never in demand
I never was a prince
We're live from a black hole

In the backyard of your mind
Where you were young and weak
You tried to stare just like a freak show
You dug yourself a foxhole

Baby, please don't go
We are lost, but we lose slow
As much as you want to quit
We are filtering the grit

I know it's hard to take a stand
Crush the label, kill the man
Find a uniform that fits
And filter out the grit

Baby, please don't go
We are lost, but we lose slow
As much as you want to quit
We're filtering the grit



Credits
Writer(s): The Pretty Flowers
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