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All the chaos inside the crosswalk,
Boxed you in with all it could collect,
Until it spilled you out to the pawn shop,
To minimize all your booming debt,
They just tried to strip you of vision,
Here's your tunnel with your one-track to ride,
So you crack until you find your compass,
And you're swallowed by acid sky

You shift,
Your shoulder,
No matter direction,
It's your own type of forward.

All the survey it left you in bracket,
Ballots you could never deflect,
Now your gender placed into fractions,
Telephone calls for interests,
There is constant commercial,
Televised to the feeding tank,
Sells drama in automatic circle,
Hides the blood with all the scripted paint

It won't let you shift,
Either shoulder,
Or find a new direction,
Your own type of forward.

But, before I'm back on the corner,
Heavier now, we all start to sink,
It gets calm for a moment,
But the alarm, it's bound to ring

We can shift,
Our shoulders,
I'll slip us out the back,
To our forward
We can shift,
Our shoulders,
No matter direction,
It's your own type of forward.

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from Nothing's Not Moving, released April 15, 2014
Lyrics/Vocals by Stephen MacDonald

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The Okay Win have never been good at describing themselves. There's a mixture of intimacy, energy, and space in their songs, but to them they are just a group of friends that enjoy making music together.

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