THE SMASHING PUMKINS

Try, Try, Try

Pop tart�
What's our mission�
Do we know�
But never listen�
For too long�
They held me under�
But I hear�
It's almost over�
In Detroit�
On a Memphis train�
Like you said it's�
Down in the heat and the summer rain of�
The automatic gauze of your memories�
Down in the sleep at the airplane races�
Try to hold on�
To this heart�
A little bit longer�
Try to hold on�
To this love aloud�
Try to hold on�
For this heart's�
A little bit colder�
Try to hold on�
To this love�
Paperback scrawl your hidden poems�
Written around the dried out flowers�
Here we are still trading places�
To try to hold on�
Pop tart�
Can you envision�
A free world�
Of clear division�
For too long�
They held us under�
But I know�
We're getting over�
In Detroit�
With the Nashville tears�
Like you said it's�
Down in the heat with the broken numbers�
Down in the gaze of solemnity�
Down in the way you've held together�
To try to hold on�
To this heart�
A little bit closer�
Try to hold on�
To this love aloud�
Try to hold on�
For this heart's�
A little bit older�
Try to hold on�
To this love aloud�
And we are still alive�
Try to hold on�
And we have survived�
Try to hold on�
And no one should deny�
We tried to hold onto the pulse of the feedback current�
Into the flow of encrypted movement�
Slapback kills the ancient remnants�
That try to hold on�
Try to hold on�
To this heart alive�
Try to hold on�
To this love aloud�
Try to hold on�
And we are still alive�
Try to hold on�
And we have survived�
Try to hold on�
Pop tart�
You never listen�
Skinned knees�
Try to hold on�
Stop start�
What's our mission�
Skinned knees�
Try to hold on

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