| Yeah
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| Winter, Spring, Summer, Fall
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| Some will fight for survival
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| Very few will stand tall
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| Yeah yeah
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| Nothing lasts too long
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| I’m not advanced
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| I’m no Kurzweil
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| Just a man
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| And I’m flawed
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| Let’s play pretend
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| Bend
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| Move it on beyond your body transcend (yeah)
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| I am just a broken version of the perfect person searching for some type of
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| affordable plastic surgeon to solder these wires properly
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| Honestly I bought 1 million vitamins in the hopes that they might end my
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| endless flaws
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| Amino acid concoctions
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| That claimed that they would bring me calm
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| I wish I could’ve been a better person when it actually meant something
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| Not now
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| These retrospective reflections won’t reverse my errors
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| Just an endless apology follows me stuck on repeat
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| Made a life in places where dreams die
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| X marks where you’ll see Y
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| I coordinate time in form of space
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| Defy what they’ve defined
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| Long as you can afford it fine
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| Order mine I’m in the claws of time
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| I’m sorta Jordan Belfortified
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| I mind the more til it’s more than mine
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| Ain’t so sure who I used to be
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| Even less of his use to me
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| Waiting on the singularity
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| To come and wipe my error clean
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| Don’t need your memory truthfully
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| I’ma still ghost ride this griffin
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| But here’s the silent difference
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| Even if my values are questionable
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| They know my value isn’t
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| Got drunk on true love
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| Then threw up
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| Lifting liquor to listless lips to liver
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| Deliver me from the stinking sick in which you sunk
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| Six years plus
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| Lost in the fog of lust
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| We fucked
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| Every caustic
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| Colossal sin ensconced in skin sings to be seen
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| Screams to the beat
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| Such awful haunting hymns
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| Tethering us taut blood loss to limbs
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| Engendering all squalls from frothing lips
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| Spitting venom in a hostile toxic fit
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| Our trespasses surpass us
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| All-encompassing shadows cast
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| Wrapping our limbs up as the rafters come crashing
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| Holding on until it falls apart
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| A holocaust of hearts
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| September 4th I was taken
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| By Connecticut state and
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| Placed into custody
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| Shackled roughly
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| Processed
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| And stripped naked
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| Hispanic «H» on my I. D
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| Like many men in chains by me
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| All we ever really want to do is find peace
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| But spend lifetimes only fighting
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| I’m no enlightened being
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| Just been taught
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| By the things I’ve seen
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| Violently made mountains of mistakes
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| Got lost in my faults and greed
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| All these men live life like me
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| Gamblers who risked everything
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| To feed their seeds
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| Or breed their dreams
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| In the end got caught
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| Under lock and key |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Kurzweil (feat. David Ramos, iCON The Mic King, Shoshin, artist - Ceschi. Album song Broken Bone Ballads, in the genre Альтернатива