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Duration

3:54

Genres

Indie Rock

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Listen real hard for the words I sing, listen to the thoughts that I brought to sting the soul.Down by the river where I used to walk, I thought about the past and began to talk. Shocked in awe I remembered places, remembered times and I remembered places we used to go. Back at home staring at the microwave thinking about what to do today. Maybe I'll pass like I always do. Maybe I'll strum my strings a time or two. Because I, swear I'm going to make it. My brothers and my sisters carry me along. I wish so much to stay here, but I really don't have the time to go that far. We used to feel big in the midst of it, now we don't have just a bit of arrogance. How oblivious in us is the child fool as to what life's scissors want to cut us to. Tired is the mind filled with aspiration, stuck again in knee deep motivation. I beg for just another small reason why your friends got to dabble in treason. Because I, swear I'm going to make it. My brothers and my sisters carry me along. I wish so much to stay here, but I really don't have the time to go that far.