| I became accustomed to
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| A kind of social servitude
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| And no one, I mean no one
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| Could accept what I had become
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| Selfish, bitter, weak
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| Enough to make you sick
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| And lately I’ve been feeling
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| There are bits of life I’m stealing
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| Get me home
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| At times it seems I will not help
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| But it’s just that I must save myself
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| From fear that blankets like mist
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| On an optimist who insists
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| It’s the simple things that crush
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| And I’m crying far too much
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| So much so that I’m thinking
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| My control on life is shrinking
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| There’s a light on in my head
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| And I’m thinking what I said
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| All the freedom in my brain
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| I’m alright now, I’m just thinking what to say
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| Sorry doesn’t seem to wash
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| When there’s truths around that I have quashed
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| And no one, I mean no one
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| Can depress me more than I can
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| So does that make me weak
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| Or should that make me sick?
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| But lately I’ve been feeling that
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| I’m gonna give up breathing
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| There’s a light on in my head
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| And I’m thinking what I said
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| All the fever in my brain
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| I’m alright now, I can even take the pain
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| There’s a light on in my head
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| And I’m thinking what I said
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| All the fever in my brain
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| I’m alright now, I can even take the pain |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song American Trilogy , by - The Delgados. Song from the album The Great Eastern, in the genre Альтернатива