Tessellate
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All the boys who called their mothers on that day
Were no tough bunch but they had the nerves to go and say
That all your secrets were drowned

With the pioneers who were flooded from this town
full lyrics... 
All the boys who called their mothers on that day
Were no tough bunch but they had the nerves to go and say
That all your secrets were drowned

With the pioneers who were flooded from this town
full lyrics... 
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Features Of This Song
electric rock instrumentation
punk influences
acoustic rhythm piano
major key tonality
a vocal-centric aesthetic

These are just a few of the hundreds of attributes cataloged for this song by the Music Genome Project.
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The weakened water gates
So lovely dancer, call a dancer
That all your secrets were drowned
We're running barefoot, you and I
So lovely dancer call a dancer
With the pioneers who were flooded from this town
Dead lovers salivate
'Cause dire times call for dire faces
There's no fun in playing cowboys for pretend
The rich will take the poor
Broken hearts tessellate tonight
Songwriters: Gregory Jarrett Alsop, Joshua G Hook, David Thomas Monks, Graham Fraser Wright
All the boys who called their mothers on that day
Were no tough bunch but they had the nerves to go and say
Trade our places in the night
Dead lovers salivate
They packed their bags only moments too late
Trade our places in the night
Before we beat them down again
And all the kids who cut their knees on that old schoolyard fence
Broken hearts tessellate tonight
Were holding out for posterity and self-defense
We showed them what the backs of our hands is for
The divide is clear in the coming year
'Cause dire times call for dire faces
Publisher: TPC PUBLISHING
We're running barefoot, you and I
With the pounding waves crashing up against