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open city - destined lyrics

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feet are up on the oak wood desk
it’s a privilege we always imagined
it’s a story written for us to read back to us

make it more attractive
fool me and make me think i earned it
make it shine then cover it in dirt
fool me and make me think i found it
the books on the shelf are all covered in dust and
all those words, they don’t amount to much
unless i finally f+cking say them

an uncomfortable resemblance
gratuitous acceptance
you know i’d be lying if i said
i’d decline your offer

make me more attractive
fool me and make me think i’m wanted
make me shine, wash off my dirt
fool me and make me think that i could
look like them if i’d just wash my hands
just wash your hands
now i’m so drenched in sanctity
i’m practically the f+cking pope
feet are up on the oak wood desk
it’s a privilege we always imagined
it’s a story written for us to read back to us



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