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TWENTY ONE PILOTS lyrics : "The Pantaloon"

Your grandpa died
When you were nine
They said he had

Lost his mind
You have learned
Way too soon

You should never trust the pantaloon

Now it's your turn

To be alone
Find a wife
And build yourself a home

You have learned
Way too soon
That your dad is now a pantaloon


You are tired
You are hurt

A moth ate through
Your favorite shirt
And all your friends fertilize

The ground you walk
Lose your mind


He's seen too many stare downs
Between the sun and the moon
In the morning air

How he used to hustle all the people
Walking through the fairgrounds
He's been around so long

He's changed his meaning of a chair now
Because a chair now,
Is like a tiny island in the sea of all the people

Who glide across the very surface
That made his bones feeble
The end can't come soon enough

But is it too soon?
Either way he can't deny
He is a pantaloon


You are tired
You are hurt

A moth ate through
Your favorite shirt
And all your friends fertilize

The ground you walk
Lose your mind


You like to sleep alone
It's colder than you know
Cuz your skin is so

Used to colder bones
It's warmer in the morning
Than what it is at night

Your bones are held together
By your nightmare and your frights


You are tired
You are hurt
A moth ate through

Your favorite shirt
And all your friends fertilize
The ground you walk

Lose your mind

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