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White Pants

It isn't right the stars ain't shining on you
Beneath your lids your eyes are dead
You stare into your world of reality
You look for hope but see just red

It isn't right you're just a flatline machine
You dream of love but wronged instead
The madness preys upon cerebral foes
Lift your head

Put on your white pants
Let's go out to dance
Honey, I know things ain't gone the way you planned.

It doesn't count if it's too easy on you
Epiphanies without belief
Unworthy fate addicts courageous truth
On your feet.

Put on your white pants
Let's go out to dance
Honey, I know things ain't gone the way you planned.

Put on your white pants
We'll go out to dance
Relive the times we had way back before you ran.
How you ran.

All I see is your fine lines.
You know tonight I'll make you mine
Would you say you loved me?

Put on your white pants.
Let's go Let's go Let's go
All over your white pants

Let's go
On your feet now baby
On your feet now baby
On your feet now baby
Lift your head


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