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How Dark Does It Get Video (MV)




Performed By: The Tree Line
Length: 3:17
Written by: Nick Twohig
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The Tree Line - How Dark Does It Get Lyrics




I turn off the lights
And walk down the hall
Still hear the radio saying
Something about a wall
And I can't understand
How we strayed so far

So I sit and I drink
And I try not to think
Who it is we think that we are

The senator stands
Addresses the hall
He's got expensive teeth
But a "good ol' boy" drawl
Says that "The president's words
They don't speak for the rest"
And that "We should all stand tall"
Yeah, "We should all be best"

And they're called to the floor
He forgets how to stand
He casts his vote
With blood on his hands

It's like Ani said
We're all just Pavlov's dog
Don't wanna answer the phone
We'll just adapt to the fog

And just when we catch on
They start singing our song
They yell "fire!"
And we push for the door
There's no justice, no peace
We should be in the streets
But we just eat it up from our phones

How dark?
How dark?
How dark?
How dark does it get?
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I turn off the lights
And walk down the hall
Still hear the radio saying
Something about a wall
And I can't understand
How we strayed so far

So I sit and I drink
And I try not to think
Who it is we think that we are

The senator stands
Addresses the hall
He's got expensive teeth
But a "good ol' boy" drawl
Says that "The president's words
They don't speak for the rest"
And that "We should all stand tall"
Yeah, "We should all be best"

And they're called to the floor
He forgets how to stand
He casts his vote
With blood on his hands

It's like Ani said
We're all just Pavlov's dog
Don't wanna answer the phone
We'll just adapt to the fog

And just when we catch on
They start singing our song
They yell "fire!"
And we push for the door
There's no justice, no peace
We should be in the streets
But we just eat it up from our phones

How dark?
How dark?
How dark?
How dark does it get?
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Writer: Nick Twohig
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