Were we put off by what we saw
As our capricious ways
Some aversion to a script we found passé?
Did our whims come at odds
With our hypertrophied pride?
Did it have to do with our decorum?
Did it have to do with our composure?
Did they savor the vibrations
Of their own voice?
Field Guides - Art of Fiction No. 83 Lyrics
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Were we put off by what we saw
As our capricious ways
Some aversion to a script we found passé?
Did our whims come at odds
With our hypertrophied pride?
Did it have to do with our decorum?
Did it have to do with our composure?
Did they savor the vibrations
Of their own voice?
As our capricious ways
Some aversion to a script we found passé?
Did our whims come at odds
With our hypertrophied pride?
Did it have to do with our decorum?
Did it have to do with our composure?
Did they savor the vibrations
Of their own voice?
Writer: Benedict Kupstas
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid