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Robots Can't Kill Pirates (On the Moon)
by Bryse Taylor
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Blue denim high, sing an arrogant song
Penned on how you beat me to the top
Blend in the soil, tucked behind a sitting rock
When I jump I'll surely scare you away
When did it stop being true
That it's all just a game, just a game
Covered my ears when a red box with lights
Screamed at all the children to align
Staring at spines in a single-file line
A train that the leader would haul
Nobody fought for caboose
But I followed just the same, just the same
Tell me of a day that I could be saved
Not by a spirit paid in lump sums of praise
Looking inside to smaller smiling soul
That'll make up the rules as we go
Robots can't kill pirates on the moon
Does it have a name, have a name
Point to the sky, in the daytime petty fights
Of which creatures eyed will dissolve and scatter first
Down goes the sun, connected dots form Orion
A temporary home in fallen trees
Cancel the plan to add more rooms
When it begins to rain, begins to rain
Two steps for every slab, the green light starts a race
Accepting shiny objects from a crow
See faces on each car, all the trash cans have a par
That's equal to how many tries it takes
It doesn't mean as much if you lose
When everything's a game, just a game
Blue denim high, sing an arrogant song
Penned on how you beat me to the top
Blend in the soil, tucked behind a sitting rock
When I jump I'll surely scare you away
When did it stop being true
That it's all just a game, just a game
Covered my ears when a red box with lights
Screamed at all the children to align
Staring at spines in a single-file line
A train that the leader would haul
Nobody fought for caboose
But I followed just the same, just the same
Tell me of a day that I could be saved
Not by a spirit paid in lump sums of praise
Looking inside to smaller smiling soul
That'll make up the rules as we go
Robots can't kill pirates on the moon
Does it have a name, have a name
Point to the sky, in the daytime petty fights
Of which creatures eyed will dissolve and scatter first
Down goes the sun, connected dots form Orion
A temporary home in fallen trees
Cancel the plan to add more rooms
When it begins to rain, begins to rain
Two steps for every slab, the green light starts a race
Accepting shiny objects from a crow
See faces on each car, all the trash cans have a par
That's equal to how many tries it takes
It doesn't mean as much if you lose
When everything's a game, just a game
