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White PantsIt isn't right the stars ain't shining on youBeneath your lids your eyes are dead You stare into your world of reality You look for hope but see just red It isn't right you're just a flatline machine You dream of love but wronged instead The madness preys upon cerebral foes Lift your head Put on your white pants Let's go out to dance Honey, I know things ain't gone the way you planned. It doesn't count if it's too easy on you Epiphanies without belief Unworthy fate addicts courageous truth On your feet. Put on your white pants Let's go out to dance Honey, I know things ain't gone the way you planned. Put on your white pants We'll go out to dance Relive the times we had way back before you ran. How you ran. All I see is your fine lines. You know tonight I'll make you mine Would you say you loved me? Put on your white pants. Let's go Let's go Let's go All over your white pants Let's go On your feet now baby On your feet now baby On your feet now baby Lift your head © 2004 The Protocol LLC |