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Lyrics: The Get Up Kids. There Are Rules. When It Dies.

As it sharpens and it's shimmering
Every cut, a song
All the inner voices whispering
Say I've done it wrong

I got mine to say, let it go when it dies

As the pressure starts to escalate
Be your father found
Lack the patience when I'm desperate
Never make a sound

I got mine to say, let it go when it dies
You don't have a thing less

A little magic, little mystery
Never did no harm
I ain't talkin' if you twisted me
You could break my arm

I got mine to say, let it go when it dies
You don't have a thing less
I got through a ways, I can tell when it dies
I know how to take it

Better days, you bet on these
The company that you keep
Better days, you bet on these
The company that you keep

Better days, you bet on these
The company that you keep
Better days, you bet on these
The company that you keep

Better days, you bet on these
The company that you keep
Better days, you bet on these
The company that you keep

The Get Up Kids