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I know were all broken hymns.
Line by line father time dies alone.
But here's the fuckin' thing -
There's no point in writing gospel truths,
To a room full of pricks on their phone.

When you're gone for days,
Home is everything to me.

Stop moving the goalposts Charlene.
Stop telling me the right girl's wrong for me.
Stop over analyzing everyone and everything.

Be good, be fair, and just,
Were the words that I heard as a boy.
But here's the simple fact -
There's still no fuckin' banker pricks with their hands on their flute in the joy

When you're gone for days,
Home is everything to me.

Stop moving the goalposts Charlene.
Stop telling me the right girl's wrong for me.
Stop over analyzing everyone and everything.

I know you are my one and only,
But you don't give a feeling away.
It's true, for sure, you are my one and only,
But you don't give a shit anyway.

Stop moving the goalposts Charlene.
Stop telling me the right girl's wrong for me.
Stop over analyzing everyone and everything.

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from Moving the Goalposts, released August 5, 2016

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