Chalaza

I like stealing from yard sales
They have good stuff to steal
Yeah, stealing from yard sales
How good it makes me feel

Luck's run out in every aspect
Save the ones that carry out the long-term harm
If you're going for an American public look
You've got it down, my friend
Now raise your arms

It's human nature
Gazing through glasses
Kaleidoscope apertures
Glued to both lenses
Bottled inside a book
Followed the line to the base of your skull
You don't know how long it took
Until the words were null

Luck's run out in every aspect
Save the ones that carry out the long-term harm
If you're going for an American public look
You've got it down, my friend
Now raise your arms

There's the apprehension



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Writer(s): Henry Kennedy
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