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I move across, innocence lost
All flashing pulsar. I move across the earth in my new pattern shirt. I pass satellites. "You're so bitter," your complaint. I can't get you anything. I don't know who you're living for, I don't know who you are anymore. I'd sooner chew my leg off, Than be trapped in this How easy you think of all of this as bittersweet me. I couldn't taste it I'm tired an naked. I don't know what I'm hungry for, I don't know what I want anymore. I move across, candy floss, I move like a tank. I move across the room with a heart full of glue I'm stronger than you think. Oh my peer, your veneer is wearing thin and cracking. The surface and forms underneath, underneath is lacking. I'd sooner chew my leg off, Than be trapped in this. How easy you think of all of this as bittersweet me. I couldn't taste it. I'm tired and naked. I don't know what I'm hungry for I don't know what I want anymore. You move across, innocence lost, all static and desire. You're blue in the face from navel gaze, you set yourself on fire. You strip down and lay yourself out, I know you can't fake it. But are you tired and naked? Are you tired and naked? I'd sooner chew my leg off, Than be trapped in this. How easy you think of all of this as bittersweet me. I couldn't taste it. I'm tired and naked. I don't know what I'm hungry for. I don't know what I want anymore. I couldn't taste it. I'm tired and naked I don't know what I'm hungry for. I don't know what I want anymore. I couldn't taste it. I'm tired and naked. I don't know what I'm hungry for. I don't know what I want anymore. |
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I know what I wanted.
I know what I wanted. I know how I wanted this to be. You go down to the water. Drink down of the water. Walk up off the water, leave it be. This is not my dream sister. It is cold in heaven and I'm not sprouting wings. I'm drowning...me. I'm drowning...me, yeah. Brother can you see those birds? They don't look to heaven. They don't need religion they can see. They go down to the water, Drink down on the water, Fly up off the water, leave it be. This is not my time sister, It is cold in heaven And no one's coming after me. I'm drowning (breathing ourselves) me (breathing ourselves). I'm drowning (breathing ourselves) me (breathing ourselves) yeah. You know I am tired. Cold and bony tired. Nothing's gonna save me, I can see. I can't say I'm fearful, I can't say I'm not afraid. But I am not resisting, I can see. I don't need a heaven, I don't need religion. I am in the place where I should be. I am breathing water, I am breathing water. You know a body's got to breathe. I'm drowning (breathing ourselves) me (breathing ourselves). I'm drowning (breathing ourselves) me (breathing ourselves). I'm drowning (breathing ourselves) me (breathing ourselves). |
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I am a lineman for the county and I drive the main road
Searchin' in the sun for another overload I hear you singing in the wires I can hear you through the whine And the Wichita lineman is still on the line I know I need a small vacation but it don't look like rain And if it snows that that stretch down south won't ever stand the strain And I need you more than want you and I want you for all time And the Wichita lineman is still on the line And I need you more than want you and I want you for all time And the Wichita lineman is still on the line |
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| 5:29 |
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I can't say that I love Jesus.
That would be a hollow claim. He did make some observations And I'm quoting them today. "Judge not lest ye be judged." What a beautiful refrain. The studio audience disagrees. Have his lambs all gone astray? Call me a leper Call me a leper Call me a leper "You are lost and disillusioned!" What an awful thing to say. I know this show doesn't matter. It means nothing to me. I thought I might help them understand But what an ugly thing to see. "I am not an animal" Subtitled under the screen. Call me a leper Call me a leper Call me a leper When I tried to tell my story They cut me off to take a break. I sat silent five commercials I had nothing left to say. The talk show host was index-carded. All organized and blank. The other guests were scared and hardened. What a sad parade. Call me a leper Call me a leper Call me a leper |
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