Old Rules Lyrics

Pots over gas flames.

Still in a haze.

Not walking dead, but alive and I'm fed.

Still hungry for more.

'Cause before I wake again, I toss and I turn again and again.

With something calling me, maybe a conscience, maybe that dream of something more,

well beyond the folklore that failed to be something real solid or still something real solid
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or still to ground me with instinct to feel before

I think and think before I know.

To know.

Know before I act, act before I grow.

In control, with fear ail hold.

Cutting me loose from old rules.

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