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11th Dimension 
Hard
by Julian Casablancas
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I'll nod, I've never been so good at hands
I on the frozen surface of a fireball
cities come together
To hate each other in the name of sport
America, nothing is anything
I looked up to you
But you thought I look the way
And you what you want to hear
And they take what they to take
Don't be sad, won't ever happen like this anymore
So when's it coming
last new that I can join?
It won't end here
Your has got to be greater your fear
them, even if they are not sorry
All the vultures, bootleggers at the door waiting
You are looking for your own voice but in others
While it hears you, trapped in dimension
guard, you don't have to be 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
no one really or why (oh)
I got music, coming out of my hands and and kisses (oh)
That is how it once was done
All the dreamers on the run
Forgive them, even if they are not sorry
All the vultures, bootleggers at the door waiting
We're so to point out our own flaws in others
on the wings of robots
If you believe in this world then no one has died in vain
But don't you get to the top and not know what to do
I on the frozen surface of a fireball
cities come together
To hate each other in the name of sport
America, nothing is anything
I looked up to you
But you thought I look the way
And you what you want to hear
And they take what they to take
Don't be sad, won't ever happen like this anymore
So when's it coming
last new that I can join?
It won't end here
Your has got to be greater your fear
them, even if they are not sorry
All the vultures, bootleggers at the door waiting
You are looking for your own voice but in others
While it hears you, trapped in dimension
guard, you don't have to be 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
no one really or why (oh)
I got music, coming out of my hands and and kisses (oh)
That is how it once was done
All the dreamers on the run
Forgive them, even if they are not sorry
All the vultures, bootleggers at the door waiting
We're so to point out our own flaws in others
on the wings of robots
If you believe in this world then no one has died in vain
But don't you get to the top and not know what to do
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