Letras:Fireworks. All I Have To Offer Is My Own Confusion. Holiday.

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My Friend Detroit can't seem to keep up
Tell me about it man, neither can I
But I still avoid sleeping in the summertime
While you cut ties longer than I-75

In this basement, A steady climate
You're the variable

The wind isn't bringing anything in
That isn't sun behind that shade
Only rain on your own parade

I'd bring over aspiring clergy
If I was allowed in your home
So you could explain what it's like
To spend the rest of your life alone

The big difference between you and me
Is understanding the word "alive"
It's more than deep breaths and blinking eyes
We may struggle...but at least we try

The wind isn't bringing anything in