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and im gonna call this B# cuz i dont know what else to call it

 If you could feel your legs falling out

 Then you might find the strength to stand your ground

 Then you'd be close to them

 Then you'd be be close to God but you know you're not

 If you could make a fist you could punch

 If you could fly your faith you could jump

 Born insecurity, fear at most everything

 And anyone you can be

We could have been dull Kristina

We could have been sane

 It isn't just death, drugs and lost love

 These honors leave stains

 So just let the freaks of failure sing obvious songs

 The B side is real and it plays on

 Hey Kristina, are you sleeping in?

 I'm leaving you another long message

Interstate ten, I lost my voice again

The game is fixed

 Seems like I've been eighty-sixed

 But your life is one, zero, zero, one and analog faith

But even if you lay witness, too little, too late

Because your life is like a B-side

It's odder than A

The B-side is real

 The B-side's on

On and on

On and on