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Connoisseurs of the Obvious

from Bulldada's Tavern by Bulldada

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Let's start a fire from the lovers that we hold in our minds
To hinder bitterness we felt throughout the stitchings of time
We'll use our sunny dispositions to ignite this inquisition

You can use it as a blanket
I'm banking on the wind
And everybody feels its innocence
Let it graze upon the skin
And I can catch like and echo
From a voice that doesn't exist
'Cause we a skirting on the surface
To embrace our wilderness

It's 3 o'clock and we are waiting
Waiting, wasting the day
Wasting, waiting, wasting away
Shell shocked from grid lock
An utter dismay
I just want to find the ground so I can say "Good day"
Good day

In the early morning light
The color of my wretched smile is so inviting
Could it be our first goodbye
With each calamity
Incinerate your own tragedy
Reek into an ancient prophecy
Dead religion in high viscosity

You'll find the compass in the smolder of your soul
A tattered earning for the urge to lose control
Let's just take it as a token
From the voice that doesn't exist
'Cause we a skating on the surface
To embrace our wilderness

And It's so instrumental
To really feel your loneliness
I guess that's something we all learn in time

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from Bulldada's Tavern, released November 6, 2016

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