Letra de You Can Do Everything

hand in hand with people that hate you not feeling disgust for disgusting things looking in the eye of a gentleman's lie spreading your wings even though you can't fly hope is what we manage to get from this wasting time with precious discussions 'bout pointless subjects of anyone's choice swimming miles against dangerous tides dying lonely after saving their lives mr. big man reads out the instructions then dies at his desk for everyone's joy to see the files you need fancier ties they'll clip your wings just before you can try oh, what do we manage to get from this?