Toy Gun Store

He wears gray sweaters, a silhouette next to a dark shore
I'm bored of your chords
You'll take it with you knowing there's no truth to the way you talk
To the way you're someone you're not

Working at the speed of light
Don't cry now, you're about to win the prize
I took a ride, dust on my brown pants
No, I don't speak, she's working at the toy gun store
She's working at the toy gun store, woo!

She wore black leather, a copy-paste
You're so fake, she's got too many faces
Filling blanks with nothing you've created
Is it true that you wanna be famous?

I'm the one who did you wrong
Grab me some
Calm is calm, I'm calm, I'm calm

Working at the speed of light
Don't cry now, you're about to win the prize
I took a ride, dust on my brown pants
No, I don't speak, she's working at the toy gun store
She's working at the toy gun store
She's working at the toy gun store

I took a ride, dust on my brown pants
No, I don't speak, she's working at the toy gun store, woo!

(Na-na-na, na-na-na)
(Na-na-na, na-na-na)
(Woo!)



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