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Pareidolia, tell me what you see Envisioned you lying in the debris Heaviness makes a place in the middle of your eye Counting the faces you see in the sky Counting the faces you see in the sky Come on, cowboy, pick up the pace I'm not a cowboy, whatever it takes This coyote's been walking against the wind Only for the fat and burnt ends Only for the fat and burnt ends Family heirlooms sittin' in the grass Talking about money and switching to flats Carpeted bathrooms and vinyl floors I guess a cruel joke is all we can afford I guess a cruеl joke is all we can afford I guess a cruеl joke is all we can afford I guess a cruel joke is all we can afford Pareidolia, tell me what you see Envisioned you lying in the debris Envisioned you lying in the debris I envisioned you dying in the debris From Letras Mania