Mourning Sickness by Wallace Vanborn Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Industry that holds whatever we become
Take some time to learn and love your noble son
Hold the palms and help the wicked ways in which
Teachers roam, although just not for everyone

[Chorus]
Oh, you're so aligned
Come that morning tide
You've got questions
Locked up inside

[Verse 2]
Papers down, the turning sands are on their way
We don't love the blacks and browns that we don't hate
Fortresses, they lie amongst the ones that have
Healing skin for us and them and everyone

[Chorus]
Oh, you're so aligned
Come that morning tide
You've got questions
Locked up inside
[Outro]
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