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Shippensburg

You know what makes me happy

The feel that I controls absorbed by the radio jag

I found my indecision

The product of the media grime

And now I'm on the wings

The things that make you sad

The feel that I control have you press rewind

Don't bother to respond

Hoping that you'll hear

Close, close, yeah close the light

You love to hear me again And when the sun beams down all of your lies

The classic act of feeling is that of a memory

The sky's all grey in the barracks I know I'm a lousy hero

And you are peering down through parascopic eyes

Close, close, yeah close (conscience)

We'll drive the band to Shippensberg and hope that we get played

I try to hide the fact that I'm afraid

The things that were so meaningless 'til the next one comes along

And in the end of a season the voices turn it all off

I try to hide the fact that I'm afraid

We'll drive the band to Shippensberg and hope that we get played

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