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Wilshire Protest

de Cold War Kids

I am marching with the protest
I got so much to say, but I'm only here to witness
There's a war inside my head
And I'm surrendering to weakness
We're separated by steel and glass
In traffic trapped on the freeway, every body is a DJ
Looking down at our phones for the fastest way to get home
Don't text me there should be no king
I can wait
My chemical's are spiking like a lie detector
Dopamine, serotonin, happiness is not the answer
We dream of being a true spirit
We are divided by false Gods and hyped up leaders
We binge on the move on the bleachers
We worship talent, but we don't see if anybody can even see it
First you must believe it
So keep your nosebleed seats
I'd rather be irrelevant
What if I crossover and nobody remembers it?
Will we stay together?
Even if I never get discovered?
This is the west coast where dreams will make a line
This is the promise land, the gold rush

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