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11th Dimension 
Hard
by Julian Casablancas
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I'll just nod, I've never been so good at shaking hands
I live on the surface of a fireball
Where come together
To hate each other in the name of sport
America, nothing is ever just anything
I looked up to you
But you I look the way
And you hear what you to hear
And they take they to take
Don't be sad, won't ever anymore
So when's it coming
new movement I can join?
It won't end here
Your faith has got to be greater your fear
Forgive them, even if they are not sorry
All the vultures, bootleggers at the waiting
You are looking for your own voice but in others
it you, in another dimension
Drop 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 least deliberately
no one really cares or why anymore (oh)
I got music, coming out of my hands and feet and kisses (oh)
is how it once was done
All the on the run
Forgive them, even if are not sorry
All the vultures, at the door waiting
We're so quick to point out our own flaws 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 know what to do
I live on the surface of a fireball
Where come together
To hate each other in the name of sport
America, nothing is ever just anything
I looked up to you
But you I look the way
And you hear what you to hear
And they take they to take
Don't be sad, won't ever anymore
So when's it coming
new movement I can join?
It won't end here
Your faith has got to be greater your fear
Forgive them, even if they are not sorry
All the vultures, bootleggers at the waiting
You are looking for your own voice but in others
it you, in another dimension
Drop 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 least deliberately
no one really cares or why anymore (oh)
I got music, coming out of my hands and feet and kisses (oh)
is how it once was done
All the on the run
Forgive them, even if are not sorry
All the vultures, at the door waiting
We're so quick to point out our own flaws 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 know what to do
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