Calling Aughts Lyrics by Art Contest
In your own
Delicate, dancing home
Where your hand
Grew long
Here you know
A varsity nostalgia
Now it holds
Your hand
Bespin
Backflip
Frontflip
My Vans
Have holes in
The tops and
The bottoms
All I know
Winding in the back of my dome
All alone now, it’s meant to be
Call it out now, it’s meant to be
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Art Contest Lyrics – Calling Aughts