| They say that lightning never strikes twice
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| In the same spot when it’s landed
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| You ought to see the thundercloud I’m trapped in
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| Head down looking for a tactic
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| Trying to find a way up out the gravity around me
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| I’m attached to stuck
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| Floating on luck like a river raft was
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| Spitting up love like it’s ipecac
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| If in fact there’s a quicker path to diminish that
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| I’ma get a first class ticket just to finish last
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| Often, who’s watching, chip another crooked ass tooth on my options
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| The blues never had a use for its caution
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| And cut right through me like a razor bladed harsh wind
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| Yeah, I guess I’m living off a habit,
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| And digging up graves just to reseal the casket
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| Bold-faced, marching to the middle of the havoc
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| Just so I can sing a song about it all
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| Tragic
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| You act like this can save me, hey hey hey
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| You act like I don’t know, you don’t know
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| I act like I’ve gone crazy, and all of this can save me,
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| But I don’t really know
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| I don’t know no more my brother, me and my blue sensitivities
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| Look at all that this music has given me
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| Intimately in tune with my misery
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| I can spin bad news to a symphony
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| I ain’t a boy in a bubble, I’m a man in touch with my joy and my trouble
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| Got a fighting chance at love in this ugliness,
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| I think hope deserves to know what she’s up against
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| Blues and 12s I write 24s, life’s twice as hard, fighting with the cards
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| Those chosen the moment we were born
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| Highs and lows, joys and woes, they’re yours
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| Chase the blues and one day you’re gonna catch them
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| Sing em all you want, you gonna wish you never met them
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| Humming the ballad of the paper-thin jacket
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| Trapped in the rain again
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| Tragic
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| You act like this can save me, hey hey hey
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| You act like I don’t know, you don’t know
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| I act like I’ve gone crazy, and all of this can save me,
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| But I don’t really know
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| I don’t know what the deal is,
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| But lately I’ve been looking through a thick glass
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| Squinting just to see the smidgen of the kickbacks
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| My little ticker only flickers with a mishap
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| And lashes out at me every time that I admit that
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| Look at what I did with the ashes,
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| Smoking in the boy’s room, ditching out of classes
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| Hands full of shattered stained glass with a grasp tight around it
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| Just enough to make a couple wounds last
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| As scars, medals, rose pedals,
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| Scattered on the path like it’s Hansel and Gretel
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| Burn from the water I splash from the kettle
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| In efforts to make a documentation of what I went through
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| Hell, I guess I’m playing from the attic,
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| Pulling up the floorboards, digging up the hatchet
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| Firm footed, standing in the middle of the static
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| Just so I can sing a song about it all
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| Tragic
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| You act like this can save me, hey hey hey
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| You act like I don’t know, you don’t know
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| I act like I’ve gone crazy, and all of this can save me,
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| But I don’t really know |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Tragic , by - Grieves. Song from the album Together/Apart, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп