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I'm not the greatest writter.Oh,I'm not the greatest,no. |
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I'm not perfect,nor even novelist.This time you better listen up. |
| [00:39.58] |
Oh!Life have barely changed. |
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Twenty two,still pissed,plenty of shits in the backpack and nikes on my feet. |
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Many pieces are missing since I came back home. |
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I can't deal with my own life,I'm incomplete. |
| [00:58.84] |
Another empty wreck...Shit! |
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I'm just the shell of a man which is absent. |
| [01:13.23] |
I'm wearing his skin but I'm partially vacant. |
| [01:17.17] |
What I have is far from being gold but I write open hearted, my balls in the inkwell. |
| [01:24.08] |
**** it,I'm done with swallowing bullshit since hitting it off has become an addiction. |
| [01:32.00] |
I needed more than these words going nowhere to show you that this life is not such a poem. |
| [01:41.91] |
Some black clouds will get so much bigger no matter how lucky I am. |
| [01:49.92] |
I've never learned how to live with the thunder. |
| [01:57.00] |
My heart is a lighting rod and I'm walking under a thunderstorm mesmerized by the lights. |
| [02:09.00] |
With my eyes half shut. |
| [02:11.85] |
I do live through these lines,writing this song just to say what I got to. |
| [02:19.00] |
I need much more than these words just to show you that it's a struggle to be able to believe in this life. |
| [02:27.88] |
Hey! Hey! I write with my heart open. |
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Hey! Hey! Even if It can be so callous. |
| [02:43.00] |
Hey! Hey! Just listen. |
| [02:46.00] |
This heartbeat have so much to say. |
| [02:50.00] |
I just can't keep it in. I just won't it in. |
| [03:06.97] |
I'm not the greatest writer and this isn't the greatest song. |
| [03:11.53] |
I'm not perfect,nor even novelist, I'm not saint, I'm not a ****ing prophet. |
| [03:16.57] |
**** this, I'm just drifting. |
| [03:19.08] |
I keep moving pushed by the movement. |
| [03:21.58] |
I'm still trying to pull the strings of my ****ing life. |
| [03:27.01]Oh,you can keep the pain,the fame,the money and the whore [03:32.02] |
'cause I'm a body shaped shell in a sorry state. |
| [03:47.00] |
"My friends,you better listen! |
| [03:50.77] |
This man you see now isn't totally different, along the road he thought he'll found himself, |
| [03:57.53] |
a ****ing sense at these goddamn feelings". |
| [04:01.57] |
I'm just the shell of a man which is absent. |
| [04:05.48] |
I'm wearing his skin but I'm partially vacant. |
| [04:09.00] |
What I have is far from being gold but I write open hearted,my balls in the inkwell. |
| [04:17.51] |
**** it,I'm done with swallowing bullshit since hitting it off has become an addiction. |
| [04:24.12] |
I needed more than these words going nowhere to show you that this life is not such a poem. |
| [04:32.97] |
I'm just the shell of a man which is absent. |
| [04:40.00] |
I wear his skin but I'm partially vacant. |
| [04:47.03] |
My heart is a lighting rod and I'm walking under a thunderstorm mesmerized by the lights. |
