Don't get too attached, the Great Pacific garbage patch is eating the oceans alive
How many artifacts were stolen and taken back? Or put in museums on display
There is a price for that, a price tag to counteract, centuries of extent decay
Profit's what you're picking up
Tell me why you're giving up
I don't mean to lead you astray
All along the boulevard
Lined up like a prison yard
Telling me that everything's changed
Open airs a catalyst, parsing out the final twist, grasping for answers to come
Second guessing everything, scrolling in oblivion, giving in to forces at play
Wonder in the smallest act, take it up with cold hard fact, nothing like the smell of malaise
Profit's what you're picking up
Tell me why you're giving up
I don't mean to lead you astray
All along the boulevard
Lined up like a prison yard
Telling me that everything's changed
American Sigh - Great Pacific Garbage Patch Lyrics
American Sigh - Great Pacific Garbage Patch Lyrics
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Don't get too attached, the Great Pacific garbage patch is eating the oceans alive
How many artifacts were stolen and taken back? Or put in museums on display
There is a price for that, a price tag to counteract, centuries of extent decay
Profit's what you're picking up
Tell me why you're giving up
I don't mean to lead you astray
All along the boulevard
Lined up like a prison yard
Telling me that everything's changed
Open airs a catalyst, parsing out the final twist, grasping for answers to come
Second guessing everything, scrolling in oblivion, giving in to forces at play
Wonder in the smallest act, take it up with cold hard fact, nothing like the smell of malaise
Profit's what you're picking up
Tell me why you're giving up
I don't mean to lead you astray
All along the boulevard
Lined up like a prison yard
Telling me that everything's changed
How many artifacts were stolen and taken back? Or put in museums on display
There is a price for that, a price tag to counteract, centuries of extent decay
Profit's what you're picking up
Tell me why you're giving up
I don't mean to lead you astray
All along the boulevard
Lined up like a prison yard
Telling me that everything's changed
Open airs a catalyst, parsing out the final twist, grasping for answers to come
Second guessing everything, scrolling in oblivion, giving in to forces at play
Wonder in the smallest act, take it up with cold hard fact, nothing like the smell of malaise
Profit's what you're picking up
Tell me why you're giving up
I don't mean to lead you astray
All along the boulevard
Lined up like a prison yard
Telling me that everything's changed
Writer: Theodore Matz
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid