Dan Deacon - True Thrush

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Beast of my brain, everybody's the same
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With the beast is control, it will never turn gold, and that's just life
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Don't touch the flame, of the burning decay
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With the lies you've been sold, let the nightmare unfold, if you don't mind


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And they're all out, I'm lost there alone
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No hand to hold high, Looking for me, I'm gone
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Spread those wings wide and take me along
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Now show me the sky and tell me I'm wrong.


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Beast of my brain, everybody's the same
                                                                                    G
With the beast is control, it will never turn gold, and that's just life
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Don't touch the flame, of the burning decay
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With the lies you've been sold, let the nightmare unfold, if you don't mind

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