Well, I read all your scribblings on the sound of a voice
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And I let them betray me by faith and by choice
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And I've gnawed on my nails til I pushed through my skin
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And I quit everyone and destroyed my friends
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Well, it's typical fate for the indie elite
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And maybe if we're lucky we'll find the right beat
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So the kids post a quote in their blog on the net
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And we'll laugh till we're blue without shame or regret
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Well, I've started to wish that I'd faced this alone
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Without expectations or a long-standing hope
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So, I'll push on my brain till it fails me again
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And I'll make all these words with the blood from my hands
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Let us write all our words with the blood from our hands
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An Introduction: You Can't Just Walk Away From Someone Who Is Leaning On You
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| Some By Sea |
