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I'll call it on your all-page You are a brick tied to me that's dragging me down Strike a match and I'll burn you to the ground We are the jack-o'-lanterns in July Setting fire to the sky Here comes this rising tide I'll call it on your all-page A false walk and cross hearts and hope To rise to the clouds with gray lighting So we can break the world back from a heart attack One maniac at a time, we will take it back You know, time calls on when you're...