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Lyrics to Black Market Pandas
Is it a shame or a comfort
We say the same things to each other
When we leave the city and the sky
opens up
Is it cliche or truth
We lean on ourselves for the proof
And we're bored, sick, tired, getting slow
Take us home
And North Carolina
We are the same brought up
with rope and smoke
And West North Dakota
We are the same brought up
slow and remote
Is it a shame or a comfort
We say the same things to each other
When we gather hopeful in the night
And wait up
Is it cliche or truth
We lean on ourselves and our youth
And we're bored, sick, tired, getting slow
Take us home
And East Manitoba
We are the same bored to tears
and alone
And Southwestern Georgia
We are the same, humid
Proud and composed
We say the same things to each other
When we leave the city and the sky
opens up
Is it cliche or truth
We lean on ourselves for the proof
And we're bored, sick, tired, getting slow
Take us home
And North Carolina
We are the same brought up
with rope and smoke
And West North Dakota
We are the same brought up
slow and remote
Is it a shame or a comfort
We say the same things to each other
When we gather hopeful in the night
And wait up
Is it cliche or truth
We lean on ourselves and our youth
And we're bored, sick, tired, getting slow
Take us home
And East Manitoba
We are the same bored to tears
and alone
And Southwestern Georgia
We are the same, humid
Proud and composed
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