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Fall Line by Jack Johnson

And by the way...
You know that hope will make you strange
Make you blink, make you blink
Make you sink
It will make you afraid of change
Enough to blame the box with the view of the world
And the walls that fill the frame
I turn it up
But then I turn it off
Because I can't stand
When they start to talk about
The hurting and killing
and the shoes that we're filling
The damage and ruin
And the things that we're doing
We gotta stop
We gotta turn it all off
We gotta rewind
Start it up again
Because we fell across the fall line
Ain't there nothing sacred anymore?
Nah nah nah nah nah nah nah nah
Somebody saw him jump
Yeah, but nobody saw him slip
I guess he lost a lot of hope
And then he lost his grip
And now he's lying in the freeway
In the middle of this mess
Guess we lost another one,
just like the other one
Optimistic, hypocrite that didn't have the nerve to quit
The things that kept him wanting more
until he finally reached the core
and feel across the fall line
Ain't there nothing sacred anymore
Nah nah nah nah nah nah nah nah

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