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11th Dimension 
Hard
by Julian Casablancas
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I'll nod, I've never been so good at shaking hands
I live on the frozen surface of a fireball
Where cities come together
To hate each other in the name of sport
America, nothing is just anything
I up to you
But you I look the other way
And you what you want to hear
And they they want to take
Don't be sad, won't ever happen this anymore
So when's it coming
This last new great that I can join?
It won't end here
Your faith has got to be your fear
Forgive them, if they are not sorry
All the vultures, at the door waiting
You are for own voice but in others
While it hears you, trapped in another dimension
Drop guard, you don't have to be smart all of the time
I've got a mind full of blanks
I need to go somewhere new fast
And don't be shy, (oh) no, at deliberately
Cause no one really or wonders why (oh)
I got music, coming out of my hands and feet and (oh)
That is how it once was done
All the dreamers on the run
Forgive them, even if are not sorry
All the vultures, bootleggers at the waiting
We're so quick to point out our own in others
Complicated on the wings of robots
If you believe in this then no one has died in vain
But don't you dare get to the top and not what to do
I live on the frozen surface of a fireball
Where cities come together
To hate each other in the name of sport
America, nothing is just anything
I up to you
But you I look the other way
And you what you want to hear
And they they want to take
Don't be sad, won't ever happen this anymore
So when's it coming
This last new great that I can join?
It won't end here
Your faith has got to be your fear
Forgive them, if they are not sorry
All the vultures, at the door waiting
You are for own voice but in others
While it hears you, trapped in another dimension
Drop guard, you don't have to be smart all of the time
I've got a mind full of blanks
I need to go somewhere new fast
And don't be shy, (oh) no, at deliberately
Cause no one really or wonders why (oh)
I got music, coming out of my hands and feet and (oh)
That is how it once was done
All the dreamers on the run
Forgive them, even if are not sorry
All the vultures, bootleggers at the waiting
We're so quick to point out our own in others
Complicated on the wings of robots
If you believe in this then no one has died in vain
But don't you dare get to the top and not what to do
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