Tenderness - Parquet Courts

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[Intro]

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[Verse 1]
     
We've come to 

replace your c

lock's old stu

bborn hands
             
We are the ans

            
wer to why the

   
y never had a 

chance
       
It was not so 

long ago that 

the world was 

mostly slow
             
The age of iro

              
n, steam and s


peed
          
Turned a strol

l to a stamped

e


[Pre-Chorus]
             
But we've come

              
 to increase t

             
ime in between

   
 ticks
              
And there is r

             
omance in the 

  
slow dances
              
'Cause they're

     
 fertile in hu

sh, futile in 

haste
              
These are your

  
 nerves, this 

is how they ta

ste


[Chorus]
              
Well I can't c

             
ount how many 

              
times I've bee

      
n outdone by n

ihilism
             
Joined the mar

              
ch that splits

           
 an open heart

 into a schism
             
And I cower at

              
 the thought o

         
f other people

's expectation

s
             
And yet still 

            
hand over mine

 to them


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[Verse 2]
    
Travel where y

ou are, touris

m is sin
              
These are the 

             
ruins we left 

            
behind, you ca

          
n't take pictu

res of them
     
If what they s

ay is true, th

en you become 

what you chew
       
If it decays s

pit it out, af

fectation is a

 drought


[Pre-Chorus]
             
That you wait 

              
through when y

             
ou hate everyt

              
hing that you 


do
             
You wanna live

              
 outside the g

 
roove, then fi

ne
           
But it's there

 like a flower

 blooming in y

our ears
              
Open up your m


outh, pollinat

e your peers


[Chorus]
             
Nothing remind

              
s the mind of 

              
power like the

  
 cheap odor of

 plastic
             
Leaking fumes 

              
we crave, cons

          
ume, the rush 

it feels fanta

stic
             
But like power

              
 turns to mold

           
, like a junki

e going cold
             
I need the fix

              
 of a little t

 
enderness


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