Sentimental Physics
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I heard a ghost whisper to a teacher He said, "We're going off to war" I heard a ghost whisper to a preacher He said, "We're going to start a war" A newsman put a paper in my hand, telling me his truth That Jesus and The Scientist will never reconcile this, no We're pieces on, we're pieces on the board We're pieces on, we're pieces on When you're lonely, you can find me When you're feeling lost in a bidding war When you're lonely, you can come find me When you're feeling lost in a bidding war We're pieces on, we're pieces on the board We're pieces on, we're pieces on When you're lonely, you can find me When you're feeling lost in a bidding war When you're lonely, you can come find me When you're feeling lost in a bidding war Guns and lawyers, gods and airplanes Promises, white cloaks, white jackets I heard a ghost whisper to a teacher He said, "We're gonna start a war"
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Credits
- Writers
- The Menzingers
- Tom May