| Hold me up with a kite
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| I am weightless without my mind
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| Hold me up with a kite
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| I am weightless
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| I’m going ballistic in my head, but it’s okay
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| 'Cause nobody will listen anyway
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| I’d love to live a day without my brain and hit play
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| I’m going ballistic in my head
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| But nobody will listen anyway
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| Nobody will listen anyway, anyway
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| I for a quarter 'cause I can’t quite tell how much my thoughts are worth
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| But I promise I’ll make it a good sell
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| I’ll take it, take it to the market, trade my brain for a life
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| And I can finally see the light
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| The incandescent light bulbs are shattering on my temples
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| Repeat repeat repeat, I think I might be mental
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| Take a strain of thought and watch me disassemble
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| The words aren’t mine, they’re just on rental
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| I asked my favourite word if she would ever love me
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| But she told me she would never, and I’ll tell you why in summary
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| A distant memory tells her everything she needs to know
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| I have a history with words out of her control
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| I thought I thought my thoughts had tried to separate my words
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| I think I need a supplement to silence every word I’ve heard
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| But pills can’t erase thoughts and drugs make 'em shorter
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| I guess all I can do is sell my conscience for a quarter
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| Hold me up with a kite
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| I am weightless without my mind
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| Hold me up with a kite
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| I am weightless without my mind
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| I am weightless
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| I guess I’ll ask my self, «self, why don’t you get some help, self
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| Help yourself to all the wealth, and it’ll all work itself out»
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| Self diagnosis tells me I need you to fix me
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| Somethings out of rhythm, come back to me
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| Please sign the dotted line that tells me I am fine
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| Please prescribe my life and let me live a lie
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| I’ll stock the shelves with all the medicated disbelief
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| Doc, I’m on my knees, please give it to me so I can breathe
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| Side effects include, repeat repeat repeat
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| Now pull the trigger and rele-ea-ea-ease
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| Over the counter, under the table
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| I am stable, able-minded
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| Trying to find a way to rhyme with every word in time
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| My doctor gave to me the perfect cure to fix my head
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| But how come half the people who take it, take it wind up (dead)
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| Sad! |
| I’m going ballistic in my head
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| But it’s okay, today I’m living without my brain
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| Hold me up with a kite
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| I am weightless without my mind
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| Hold me up with a kite
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| I am weightless without my mind
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| I am weightless
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| I am weightless
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| I am weightless
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| Hold me up with a kite
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| I am weightless without my mind
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| Hold me up with a kite
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| I am weightless (without my mind)
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| Hold me up with a kite
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| I am weightless without my mind
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| Hold me up with a kite
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| I am weightless |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Weightless , by - Stacked Like Pancakes. Song from the album Strange Creatures, in the genre Иностранный рок