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11th Dimension 
Hard
by Julian Casablancas
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I'll just nod, I've never been so good at hands
I live on the frozen surface of a fireball
Where come together
To hate each other in the name of sport
America, is ever anything
I looked up to you
But you thought I look the other way
And you hear what you want to hear
And they take what they want to take
Don't be sad, won't ever happen this anymore
So when's it coming
This new great movement I can join?
It won't end here
Your faith has got to be greater than fear
them, even if they are not sorry
All the vultures, at the waiting
You are for own voice but in others
While it hears you, in another dimension
Drop guard, you don't have to be smart all of the time
I've got a mind of blanks
I to go somewhere new fast
And don't be shy, (oh) no, at deliberately
Cause no one cares or wonders why anymore (oh)
I got music, coming out of my and feet and kisses (oh)
is how it once was done
All the dreamers on the run
Forgive them, if they are not sorry
All the vultures, bootleggers at the door waiting
We're so quick to point out our own flaws in others
Complicated on the wings of robots
If you in this no one has died in vain
But don't you get to the top and not what to do
I live on the frozen surface of a fireball
Where come together
To hate each other in the name of sport
America, is ever anything
I looked up to you
But you thought I look the other way
And you hear what you want to hear
And they take what they want to take
Don't be sad, won't ever happen this anymore
So when's it coming
This new great movement I can join?
It won't end here
Your faith has got to be greater than fear
them, even if they are not sorry
All the vultures, at the waiting
You are for own voice but in others
While it hears you, in another dimension
Drop guard, you don't have to be smart all of the time
I've got a mind of blanks
I to go somewhere new fast
And don't be shy, (oh) no, at deliberately
Cause no one cares or wonders why anymore (oh)
I got music, coming out of my and feet and kisses (oh)
is how it once was done
All the dreamers on the run
Forgive them, if they are not sorry
All the vultures, bootleggers at the door waiting
We're so quick to point out our own flaws in others
Complicated on the wings of robots
If you in this no one has died in vain
But don't you get to the top and not what to do
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