on no, and a lot of live musicians
what is the sound of indie cred dying?
is it a socialite screaming your name?
can i still respect you
is she calls you in the morning
from the phone she clings to
throughout the concert?
i wish it were just about the music,
oh, i wish it were.
but one look at all of us
and you know that's not why we're here.
Francine's Version -- Hezekiah's
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