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Graduates of tablature, a bouquet of garages
Put a snout to those mirages, inhaling till we bust
I′m sixteen and I'm unit, our instruments can do it
Every house show that we blew it, you couldn′t get to us
As fever slips the ill into bouts of shivering
So do my vivid out-of-body sweat-glossed bleatings
Witness close distance with your loudest feelings
Come free in camradery
As fever slips the ill into bouts of shivering
So do my vivid out-of-body sweat-glossed bleatings
Witness close distance with your loudest feelings
Come free in camaraderie
While the rapture is young
Dote on the friends of your love
The least we suffer is with each other
Bedlam, but spun in a loom
From silks of the Moon go the bands of my youth
My loose performing body has all remaining moves
Flaunting my camaraderie in groups
As fever slips the ill into bouts of shivering
So do my vivid out-of-body sweat-glossed bleatings
Witness close distance with your loudest feelings
Come free in camaraderie
As fever slips the ill into bouts of shivering
So do my vivid out-of-body sweat-glossed bleatings
Witness close distance with your loudest feelings
Come free in camaraderie
While the rapture is young
Dote on the friends of your love
Put a snout to those mirages, inhaling till we bust
I′m sixteen and I'm unit, our instruments can do it
Every house show that we blew it, you couldn′t get to us
As fever slips the ill into bouts of shivering
So do my vivid out-of-body sweat-glossed bleatings
Witness close distance with your loudest feelings
Come free in camradery
As fever slips the ill into bouts of shivering
So do my vivid out-of-body sweat-glossed bleatings
Witness close distance with your loudest feelings
Come free in camaraderie
While the rapture is young
Dote on the friends of your love
The least we suffer is with each other
Bedlam, but spun in a loom
From silks of the Moon go the bands of my youth
My loose performing body has all remaining moves
Flaunting my camaraderie in groups
As fever slips the ill into bouts of shivering
So do my vivid out-of-body sweat-glossed bleatings
Witness close distance with your loudest feelings
Come free in camaraderie
As fever slips the ill into bouts of shivering
So do my vivid out-of-body sweat-glossed bleatings
Witness close distance with your loudest feelings
Come free in camaraderie
While the rapture is young
Dote on the friends of your love
Writer(s): William Wiesenfeld Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com