| Holt’s above my hideout
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| I dug this hole beneath the floorboards
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| Buzzing bad and locked in
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| Try to not recall
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| Counting numbered days from the wheel we cried to clutch
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| Looking for some inspired land
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| But all I found were empty cans and cigarette butts
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| Lining dirty parking lots in Ottawa
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| (Glazed eyes, trying to rub away at the sketches of the…)
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| Daytime. |
| When every second of sun’s the same
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| What’s the point of staying awake?
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| Your hands are out and I see
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| You’re asking me for a vowel but I am weak and I am stubborn
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| So I’ll say «This is all I have right now»
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| But I want to make something good
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| I want to make something better
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| Something that cannot leave the ground
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| Unless we lift it up together
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| Where I want to be still seems a thousand miles away
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| But pretending we feel safe right here gets harder every day
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| It’s a note to self mislaid
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| You ate the words you always used to say
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| There will be no more fucking around today
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| Drunk and worthless, spewing bullshit all across the stage
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| Wake up and we find new hiding places
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| Trying desperately to escape
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| The glare from our stupid, spineless
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| (I don’t believe you, you’re all the same)
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| Words just whining, every fucking day
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| What do I really want to say?
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| Where I want to be still seems a thousand miles away
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| But pretending we feel safe right here gets harder every day
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| It’s a note to self mislaid
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| You ate the words you always used to say
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| There will be no more fucking around today |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Note To Self , by - Modern Baseball. Song from the album Holy Ghost, in the genre Альтернатива