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You're climbing up up up like a dragon's long reaching...wait, time
out we need to do the bop bop with the whole audience.
Don't stand on the chairs! You guys, that's a safety hazard, don't stand up on the chairs.
On this song we're gonna sing bop bop bop and on the third bop can you guys all shout
bop with us? Can we do a practice? It's gonna be like this
bop Bop BOP
okay yeah you got it...
You're climbing up up up like a dragon's long reaching neck can scrape
the sky It's not enough making things happen the way
you want and you don't know why But if the bad guys came with their many hordes
do you think we could unify? Or would we crack under pressure of so many
armies that we had to fight? We'd be going bop Bop BOP
with us back to back and our cap guns in the air
And they'd go plop Plop PLOP with a cry of complaint because they'd know
it was just no fair Because we'd fight like we were thousands
though we're unified into just one But I get scared when you climb up onto my
shoulders, watch me sink into the mud At least scream my name, or pull at my reins.
I know you need more, but I'm just so drained. And there's so much farther we need to go,
and there's so much more I want you to know. So let's go bop Bop BOP
with us back to back and our cap guns in the air
And they'll go plop Plop PLOP with a cry of complaint because they'll know
it was just no fair Because we'll fight like we are thousands
though we're unified into just one And I get scared when you climb up onto my
shoulders, but I am never giving up
Well I don't want to be alone, and I faked an emergency so you'd call me,
I know. It's not like I am only crying wolf,
I'm crying everything but mostly your name, Sweet Ghost.
And my soul has become a cheap commodity, with price tags marking the price you wanna
see, And I'm selling myself dishonestly as a fallen
man. Because whether you're here or not I am bound
for a promised land, I'm still unsure if it's the same one you
have planned. And Hyrum i had another awful dream,
where I was caught red-handed doing such awful things,
with mothers reclaiming their daughters in such agony,
and with great thronging and throes, but I swear our lips touched gently under
the crook of her nose. And sweet lover, sweet love, oh, must you
be in another state, and in such places where the days can't be
spent with you, and when did I lose all of my romantic hope,
If I had a choice we'd find a place just all our own,
with nothing stopping us to go. And I don't want to be alone,
and I faked an emergency so you'd call me, I know.
It's not like I am only crying wolf, I'm crying everything but mostly your name,
Sweet Ghost.