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I got my black pencil in my hand |
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We like to be together |
| [00:18.000] |
I let my hand fly over the pepper |
| [00:22.000] |
And soon I’ll start to sing |
| [00:26.000] |
It might be a way to save my soul |
| [00:30.000] |
It might be useful someday |
| [00:34.000] |
I cannot see myself be part of the games around me |
| [00:38.000] |
I believe in having control |
| [00:43.000] |
It's better being alone |
| [00:47.000] |
When no one comes No one comes along |
| [00:49.000] |
(You better get used to that fact) |
| [00:52.000] |
Because it never seems to turn out well |
| [00:55.000] |
To lend your heart, to be the part Your lover has lost |
| [01:00.000] |
Your liberty and independency is what it costs |
| [01:06.000] |
And so I fell in love with my black penci |
| [01:09.000] |
I sit and I bide my time |
| [01:14.000] |
And I don't blame anyone for making me feel like this |
| [01:18.000] |
And sometimes I don't even blame me |
| [01:23.000] |
I believe I am wording |
| [01:28.000] |
But it seems to be predicted |
| [01:31.000] |
I shall not shape myself |
| [01:33.000] |
To fit in some lovers pocket |
| [01:36.000] |
I believe I have control |
| [01:40.000] |
It's better to be alone |
| [01:44.000] |
When no one comes No one comes along |
| [01:47.000] |
(You better get used to that fact) |
| [01:49.000] |
Because it never seems to turn out well |
| [01:52.000] |
To lend your heart, to be the part Your lover has lost |
| [01:57.000] |
Your liberty and independency is what it costs |
| [02:03.000] |
It's better to be alone |
| [02:07.000] |
When no one comes No one comes along |
| [02:10.000] |
(You better get used to that fact) |
| [02:12.000] |
Because it never seems to turn out well |
| [02:16.000] |
To lend your heart to be the part Your lover has lost |
| [02:20.000] |
To lend your heart to be the part Your lover has lost |
| [02:25.000] |
Your liberty and independency is what it costs |
