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What you shout when you show no tact
All about how you do not know your fact
Spare me your psychology
A poor excuse is all it could be
You think I might be too low-key
Don't need to follow your lead
Wish you wouldn't have told me that
It's too late if you want to take it back
Spare me from this imagery
Can't breathe when I picture the scene
Lay it on till I'm climbing a tree
Half gone and I'm still not free
Want me to be little
Here among the people
Pass by and shake their heads
Hate why I'm still among them
Then change to the funny page
Needing something to subdue them
Left without an ember
Of what I remember
All gone to pay for your meal
As I completed circles
Grasping for a drop of the sun
Hands battered from the workload
Now you think you can make a deal
How can you live in a world that's so unreal?
Made off with my joy and pride
Then laughed at the tear that I cried
Held onto what you thought you could hide
No conscience to act as your guide
Spare me your philosophy
I don't dream so impossibly
You just need to get me down on one knee
Just leaving me out in the street
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| © 2012. Words and music by David Skerkowski. All rights reserved.
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