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Here I Am
02:19
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Not a book, I’m just pages
Working hard for minimum wages
I been talking with a friend of mine
But he can barely ever find the time
Says he got his ducks in a row
Making less than what he owes
Though we all got bills to pay
Living day to day, and I say
Here I Am, exactly where I find myself
Here I Am, again, exactly where I find myself
Asked the server who brings the drinks
Want to know what she really thinks
Went to college, got a masters, too
Now she doesn’t know what to do
Working hard to make it on her own
But it’s hard to do it all alone
She can’t seem to catch a break
And she says
Here I Am, exactly where I find myself
Here I Am, again, exactly where I find myself x2
We’re the victim of the modern age
We know it well, it’s all the rage
Always acting like we know what’s right,
But you have to look to see the light
When we modify our point of view
The lens we use to see it though
We can see in shades of gray, and we say
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All We've Ever Wanted
03:41
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Paper tigers
Building paper gates
Pyrrhic victories
Have sealed our
Fates, but to the last we stand
Undecided on our own demands
It’s a symphony
Of how we inculcate
Our worst enemies
It's how we’ve learn to
Hate, things we see in ourselves, so clear
We hope the answers will just appear
We built a castle in a bonfire
And love it for the flames
It serves us right to suffer
When we’re the ones to blame
It’s all we’ve ever wanted
What a terrible shame
These days we’re living
Too close to the bone
The magic’s fading
The mystery’s
Known, mostly for its saccharine appeal
Ruined now its secrets are revealed
All the voices
Hurrahs of the crowd
Are still echoing
We're going deaf from the
Sound, of our heart’s sullen, lonely cries
Some never even bother asking why
We built a castle in a bonfire
And love it for the flames
It serves us right to suffer
When we’re the ones to blame
It’s all we’ve ever wanted
What a terrible shame
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Not Feeling Good
03:19
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I’m a framework of history
Written in ligament and bone
Caught between what I could learn
And what I should have known
Still working out the fine points
Taking my game straight to the mat
Making out like I’m happy and free
If you know what I’m getting at
Trying to make things a little brighter
So I can feel just a little bit lighter because
I’m not feeling good, but I’m feeling better x2
I guess I’ve waiting on some good luck
I know that I’ve had my due
I’ve watched a ton fires burn out
Hell, I’ve even lit up a few
Been down the main streets and mean streets
Walked some easy ones, too
Good thing, while I was kickin’ around
I learned what was true
History is heavier the older you get
How you carry it depends on mindset, because CHORUS
I’ve been rolling out the benchmarks
Owning it with my own deadlines
I’d be happy to punch a clock
If I could find the time
I’m not working on a memoir
I’m trying to weave you a spell
Whether that’s one of them
Good for me things I can never tell
Some things are best left unspoken
Ain’t leaving here with my heart unbroken, so
I’m not feeling good, but I’m feeling better x2
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Furtive Glances
04:19
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Oh, we pray with both hands clasped
Trying to find assurance in the past
Oh, we know we’re using up our chances
And waste our time with furtive glances
On a road we built with words that we’ve spoken
Lines of communication are clearly broken
While we argue about who controls the point of view
We should all be deciding on what we’re going to do
Before it’s too late
How much would it cost to get back all we’ve lost? x2
Oh, we kept doing things our way
Makes sense, turnabout is fair play
Give us a break we’re just trying to make a living
No surprise when karma’s unforgiving
We always hold the truth at arms length
We could probably face it but we lack the strength
We got nothing to risk and everything to lose
Nothing quite as awful as the fate you choose
Before it’s too late
How much would it cost to get back all we’ve lost? x2
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It’s the perfect day for all the fucks I give it
Never found a way to go out and live it
It’s warm inside and there are no surprises
And I have the Internet on all of my devices
Instead of being part of any conversation
I’ll just entertain myself to death
I can watch it all with endless fascination
I’ll just entertain myself to death
I have several screens which I view the world through
News is in HD, sports and weather is, too
There’s a million titles that await my pleasure
I can stream them all at my leisure
Instead of being part of any conversation
I’ll just entertain myself to death
I can watch it all with endless fascination
I’ll just entertain myself to death
I can interact on a daily basis
Scrolling through I see everybody’s faces
And all the ads and political positions
And I do it all at my own volition
Instead of being part of any conversation
I’ll just entertain myself to death
I can watch it all with endless fascination
I’ll just entertain myself to death
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