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He asked me once to step right up
He made me look into his light
We met with awe at who we were
He smiled and said “You can take my place if you like”

Now the drums turn to guns turn to anything I want
And the notes ring high with hardly any try
At the center of it all is everyone
And we choose to base it all off one tired song

Where is the fight?
Can you do wrong?
Is there any chance at all that you will fail?
I want to fall
I want to take
All the rest of you down to the bottom with me
Cause I only know
Vernacular
Stemmed from the school of Typosgraphy . . .