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Performed By: Smog Playground
Length: 3:05
Written by: Jerreth Ludwig, Jordan Buckelew
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Smog Playground - Shouting Clowns Lyrics




Before we go
I'd like to find that maybe you, maybe you
Would like to talk about
Those shouting clowns and how they, how they keep on feeding you
Maybe I don't know, how I should grow
In this field we can't sow
With bytes of compliments
From powdered confidence
It's in your head, it must be true

Here I'm saying that I don't know where we're going
But we talk about everything and nothing at all
Curating your dreams with that computer in your pocket
We're on our knees and we are praying that we're living for something

Will you take yourself so seriously
When no one thinks you're pretty?
Build yourself up to lean in on me
Drop the act, and serve the many

But you lock your jaw, till you can't talk
Grind your teeth, till they're chalk
And we lift the sheet, in a dust of ecstasy
It's in my head, it must be true

Here I'm saying that I don't know where we're going
But we talk about everything and nothing at all
Curating your dreams with that computer in your pocket
We're on our knees and we are praying that we're living for something
Here I'm saying that I don't know where we're going
But we talk about everything and nothing at all
Curating your dreams with that computer in your pocket
We're on our knees and we are praying that we're living for something
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Before we go
I'd like to find that maybe you, maybe you
Would like to talk about
Those shouting clowns and how they, how they keep on feeding you
Maybe I don't know, how I should grow
In this field we can't sow
With bytes of compliments
From powdered confidence
It's in your head, it must be true

Here I'm saying that I don't know where we're going
But we talk about everything and nothing at all
Curating your dreams with that computer in your pocket
We're on our knees and we are praying that we're living for something

Will you take yourself so seriously
When no one thinks you're pretty?
Build yourself up to lean in on me
Drop the act, and serve the many

But you lock your jaw, till you can't talk
Grind your teeth, till they're chalk
And we lift the sheet, in a dust of ecstasy
It's in my head, it must be true

Here I'm saying that I don't know where we're going
But we talk about everything and nothing at all
Curating your dreams with that computer in your pocket
We're on our knees and we are praying that we're living for something
Here I'm saying that I don't know where we're going
But we talk about everything and nothing at all
Curating your dreams with that computer in your pocket
We're on our knees and we are praying that we're living for something
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Writer: Jerreth Ludwig, Jordan Buckelew
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