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[inxthexlight]

I saw the scene unfold on a rainy sunday
Creases indicating folds that kept four walls from caving in
I took a little more of what I take for granted
And filled my plate with fear that gears would turn
And wheels would roll away

Something's got to break you down
Something's got to break you down

Entered the scene (I'm told) on I think it was monday
You drove straight through and mined that quarry
For all it could bleed 'til dry
I gave a little more 'til I got taken for granted
'cause beautiful boys gave chase
And when they arch backbones
Such a dreadful sight

Something's got to break you down
Something's got to break you down

And I'll react when faces find you
With jealous fits that gag and bind you
'Cause nothing hurts like nothing at all
When imagination takes full control

For years, I've been closely watching parents and children.
I've noticed how the success of children later on really starts very early, in the home.
All boys and girls are born with their own special talents.
These talents have their greatest chance
To grow in a friendly, loving home.

And I'll react when faces find you
With jealous fits that gag and bind you
'Cause nothing hurts like nothing at all
When imagination takes full control

I saw the scene unfold