The Border
I'm workin' hard to get a piece of heaven
I work all day to see my own face in
Editors Weekly
Another little reason to pick up all the pieces of my renegade life
Sitting back in my car
Tryna' feel the commotion
There ain't no way I'm gonna' get my mind blown off
Coming out of my shell
Just a little bit
I got my head screwed on
Enough to give a shit
Hey
You
All those things you used to do
And say
Well now it's time for you to pay
Your dues
And live like me on The Border
And all those times you'd be
Alright
It's time
To feel a little scared
And tight
And wondering what road you'll take
I'm here
Right now
Ready to break through The Border
It comes and goes
And then becomes a memory
The very thing that we wanna' hold on to
Innocent freedom
Another way of looking at a reckless existance on this runaway earth
Looking back on the highway
Picking up a new daydream
I never thought I'd be where I am now
Consolidations, dreaming of a day job
I put my front foot first
An everyday Bob
Hey
You
All those things you used to do
And say
Well now it's time for you to pay
Your dues
And live like me on The Border
And all those times you'd be
Alright
It's time
To feel a little scared
And tight
And wondering what road you'll take
I'm here
Right now
Ready to break through The Border
Woah Ohhh, Woah Ohhh
Woah Ohhh, Ohh Ohhhh
Woah Ohhh, Woah Ohhh
Woah Ohhh, Ohh Ohhhh
Woah Ohhh, Woah Ohhh
Woah Ohhh, Ohh Ohhhh
Woah Ohhh, Woah Ohhh
Woah Ohhh, Ohh Ohhhh
One of these days I'll settle down, turn on my music
See what I've come to be, in this mess of a
Man with no shirt, no name, no reason
Another render, the line for next season
And when I look the rooms are always empty
An open casket service for the one
Who no one came to see, a never more existence
At the ragged old stories, got to see to believe
Hey
You
All those things you used to do
And say
Now it's time for you to pay
Your dues
And live like me on the border
And all those times you'd be
Alright
It's time
To feel a little scared
And tight
And wondering what road you'll take
I'm here
Right now
Ready to break through the border
Woah Ohhh, Woah Ohhh
Woah Ohhh, Ohh Ohhhh
Woah Ohhh, Woah Ohhh
Woah Ohhh, Ohh Ohhhh
Woah Ohhh, Woah Ohhh
Woah Ohhh, Ohh Ohhhh
Woah Ohhh, Woah Ohhh
I work all day to see my own face in
Editors Weekly
Another little reason to pick up all the pieces of my renegade life
Sitting back in my car
Tryna' feel the commotion
There ain't no way I'm gonna' get my mind blown off
Coming out of my shell
Just a little bit
I got my head screwed on
Enough to give a shit
Hey
You
All those things you used to do
And say
Well now it's time for you to pay
Your dues
And live like me on The Border
And all those times you'd be
Alright
It's time
To feel a little scared
And tight
And wondering what road you'll take
I'm here
Right now
Ready to break through The Border
It comes and goes
And then becomes a memory
The very thing that we wanna' hold on to
Innocent freedom
Another way of looking at a reckless existance on this runaway earth
Looking back on the highway
Picking up a new daydream
I never thought I'd be where I am now
Consolidations, dreaming of a day job
I put my front foot first
An everyday Bob
Hey
You
All those things you used to do
And say
Well now it's time for you to pay
Your dues
And live like me on The Border
And all those times you'd be
Alright
It's time
To feel a little scared
And tight
And wondering what road you'll take
I'm here
Right now
Ready to break through The Border
Woah Ohhh, Woah Ohhh
Woah Ohhh, Ohh Ohhhh
Woah Ohhh, Woah Ohhh
Woah Ohhh, Ohh Ohhhh
Woah Ohhh, Woah Ohhh
Woah Ohhh, Ohh Ohhhh
Woah Ohhh, Woah Ohhh
Woah Ohhh, Ohh Ohhhh
One of these days I'll settle down, turn on my music
See what I've come to be, in this mess of a
Man with no shirt, no name, no reason
Another render, the line for next season
And when I look the rooms are always empty
An open casket service for the one
Who no one came to see, a never more existence
At the ragged old stories, got to see to believe
Hey
You
All those things you used to do
And say
Now it's time for you to pay
Your dues
And live like me on the border
And all those times you'd be
Alright
It's time
To feel a little scared
And tight
And wondering what road you'll take
I'm here
Right now
Ready to break through the border
Woah Ohhh, Woah Ohhh
Woah Ohhh, Ohh Ohhhh
Woah Ohhh, Woah Ohhh
Woah Ohhh, Ohh Ohhhh
Woah Ohhh, Woah Ohhh
Woah Ohhh, Ohh Ohhhh
Woah Ohhh, Woah Ohhh
Credits
Writer(s): Inconnu Compositeur Auteur, Mason Joshua Kemeny, Matthew Dimitri Peppas
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