Native

Native - What Are You Dylan In My House lyrics

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With friends, come contracts.
This fame is boughten.
Patrons are unripe, a year’s what keeps them.
The trees with same rings, grin with their limbs.
Approval, like satire, the roots are unread.
The trees, with same rings, are turning their heads.

Make me a medal (concocted with falseness)
It’s building the firmness.

Action! Enactment!
Can’t fool the wise, this crowd is transparent.

Sharp on, the outside.
Close off, the inside.

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Language: English

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