We don't talk about Braves

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We don’t talk about Braves, no, no, no
We don’t talk about Braves, but

It was farming day (it was farming day)
We were getting ready
And there wasn’t a cloud in the sky (no clouds allowed in the sky)
Braves season comes in with a all the incoming salt (thunder)
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You telling this story, or am I?
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You dumbass, you forgot a lot

Braves, they come with sand
In doing so, they flood my brain
Alfonse, get the healers
Getting stronger but less evation
Was a really stressful week

We don’t talk about Braves, no, no, no
We don’t talk about Braves

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Hey, grew to live in fear of stans stuttering or stumbling
I can always hear them sort of muttering and mumbling
I associate them with the sound of incoming sand (ch-ch-ch)
It’s a heavy lift with a gift so humbling
Always left the winners and the fans fumbling
Grappling with predictions they couldn’t understand
Do you understand?

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Angry people, with rats along their back
When they calls your name it all fades to salt
Yeah, they see your dreams and feasts on your screams (hey)

We don’t talk about Braves, no, no, no
We don’t talk about Braves

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They told me I would be imposible to beat, the next day, everyone dead (no, no)
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They told me I’d be the swordman and just like they said (no, no)
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They said that all I was going to disappear from tier lists
Now, look at my place (no, no)
Your fate is sealed when your prophecy is read

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They told me that the life with no more salt
Would be promised, and someday be the powercreep
They told me that my power would grow
Like the grapes that thrive on the vine (oye, braves season is coming soon)

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He told me that the place of my dreams
Would be just out of reach
It belonged to another
It’s like I hear them, now

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Hey, you, I want not a sound out of you

(it’s like I hear them, now)
I can hear them, now

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Hm, Braves
Yeah, about those Braves
I really need to know about Braves
Gimme the truth and the whole truth, Braves
(Chrom! The fans’s here)
Time for the salt

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Angry people, with rats along their back
When they calls your name it all fades to salt
Yeah, they see your dreams and feasts on your screams (hey)
You telling this story or am I?

(oye, braves season is coming soon)
In doing so, they flood my brain
Getting stronger but less evation
Was a really stressful week

We don’t talk about Braves, no
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Why did I talk about the Braves?
Not a word about Braves
I never shoulda brought up the Braves

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I thought this was a baseball thread

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Bravo Sugar! :catclap:

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:feh_annettehug:

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It’s about the Mets, baby. Love the mets. Alright baby. Let’s go, baby get a home run baby. Love the mets, let’s go Mets

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Overrated song. My favorite one is where Fehnix sings about how he feels overshadowed despite his superior position: Sir Feh’s Pressure

Seriously, I do like that one better in the movie, but good job. I couldn’t describe how I feel about CYL at this point any better.

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I like all the Encanto songs
And Surface pressure is painfully relatable
:e7_ravisob:

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