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wonderkid
02:59
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am I moving forward or am I just running in place?
maybe im going in circles, maybe im not in the race
the last few years I've given up more than I could take
with nothing to show for, just stories to my grave
I once thought I had potential, it turned out I was wrong.
im just another lost soul that lost himself in song.
im not a wonderkid, im just a could-have-been.
maybe I should have disappeared before I could be seen.
there are no expectations from anyone but me.
I don't want to disappoint but I want to be set free.
it took me long enough to know im just not that good
at keeping up with everything, I should have understood.
I still hope that one day I will be important
that I will get to sleep with loads of beautiful women
and have loads of money, buy my folks a new home.
maybe if I find success, I wont be so alone.
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the flood
02:44
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I've seen her on the floor praying for the end. her bleeding heart, it stained the porcelain tiles.
I've heard the cries of a helpless mother who knows she's losing her children to hate tonight.
I see the waters rushing in once more, the flood is coming through the old front door.
I've seen him build this house with his own bare hands, then watched it wash away into the sand.
he's sewn his white flag up and given up on this: any hope of holding back the tides.
I see the waters rushing in once more, the flood is coming through the old front door.
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just a flesh wound
02:43
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go ahead and put on a front, boy, you're not fooling anyone.
there's still dirt left on your cheeks, boy, when you fell on to the ground.
why do you even bother, boy?
let broken bones be broken, let the holes in your heart remain open.
you'll only be getting up to be knocked back down again.
don't bother looking at the sky, boy, no one's there, no one's around.
don't bother looking at the ground, boy, what's dead won't make a sound.
why do you even bother, boy?
let broken bones be broken, let the holes in your heart remain open.
you'll only be getting up to be knocked back down again.
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made of stone
02:34
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take away the saddest things that are in my head and maybe i can be the promising kid you saw in me, but i doubt it cos i have yet to see me digging myself out of this hole.
it must be hard to make you proud when i have yet to even please myself. my whining, it annoys me too, i finally know how you must feel those nights spent listening about everything i hate.
cut me open, see if i am made of stone, it will explain a lot.
make sure your knife cuts deep enough to sever all my vital veins and thoughts.
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fall
02:07
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let the dead leaves fall, let the cold wind blow, let the tracks rattle into the night.
let the dead leaves fall, let the cold wind blow, let new york sink into winter.
no one misses me when i'm gone.
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