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Nobody really knows my name
I used to live to make that change
I wanted you to know my face
Explaining to you all of my mistakes
I needed you to watch me age
Asking you to build a stage for my ego
Now I’m in a magazine
At the bottom of page sixteen and a half
The numbers show me improvement
Do people still listen to Movement?
oh
I’m laughing as I look at the ground
There’s nobody left around but Michael (Rogers)
I don’t wanna move my feet
I’d rather not have to compete, oh
My reasons are selfish, sure
Wrapped in excuse and impure guideline
I should’ve put the family first
Nobody ever thirst, nobody’s bellies have burst
What do I know?
What do I know?
What do I know?
What do I know now?
Just a couple presidents more
I’m to report yeah
If only I had some peace of mind
Now what colored liquid could ever be so kind?
Just a resident here
Just another panic that I’ll face in the new year
Honestly it feels like I’m late
Always struggling to propagate, well
You should come see where I work
Everything feels like an abbey ruin
The fact that I can say that out loud
Means I should come down from the clouds
At some point
What do I know?
What do I know?
What do I know?
What do I know now?
What do I know?
What do I know?
What do I know?
What do I know now?