| I don’t know what was wrong
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| But I wasn’t as strong
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| I’ve seen daisies hold cannonballs above them
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| But if this was a dream
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| I still know that I’ve seen
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| Fields of daisies hold cannonballs above them
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| I’m so far from perfect
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| You still loved me when I so far from deserved it
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| If I’m so brave why does looking you in the eye take every ounce of my courage?
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| I hang my face to the linoleum and count the freckles on the floor
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| All of us, all of us are a galaxy of tiny little storms
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| The good and evil in me wage a bloody civil war
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| The missiles whistle through me then the rebel pistols roar
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| I shiver and the final slivers of my chivalry retreat my shriveled core
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| I can’t imagine that I’ll ever be happy like before
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| Before, before
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| We’re sitting in a field in Golden Gate Park off Fulton and 4th
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| And I’ve never felt less alone
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| Just a block from the home I’ve outgrown
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| Five feet and forty years to the right from where dad proposed
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| An inch above this casserole of stones, grass and mud, rusty needles,
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| lost guitar picks, Indian tombs, and dinosaur bones
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| Everything happened all at once
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| And the world is spinning like a hubcap, and not just because of the drugs
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| We hugged and laid there in each others' arms all night
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| Even when the sprinklers cried on us we didn’t mind
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| We had the rest of our lives to be dry
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| So we stayed until the edges of the sky turned light
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| I would have stayed until our hair turned white
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| The mosquitoes arrived to feast on time
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| Got drunk at our expense, we didn’t mind
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| We let them bite, we kept on kissing and obliged
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| Say «bottoms up, you’ve only got til Tuesday so enjoy the ride!»
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| And I couldn’t imagine that I would ever be unhappy again
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| And I whispered in your ear that this moment is already a poem
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| That I just figured out my first tattoo was going to be of bug bites
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| Decided I’d commemorate their bloody drink by printing three circles on my
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| ankle, perfect and pink in permanent ink
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| The beautiful wounds that will keep me, you and this moment forever linked
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| To remind me when I fail myself, when I fail everyone around me
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| When I misfire and come tearing through your walls
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| When the cocktail of humiliation and pain poisons my veins
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| And this carnival of carnage, this mansion of garbage, this parking lot of
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| carcasses, this heartbreak party drains the spirit that remains
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| That I have been a part of something worthwhile
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| To remind me of the pleasure of your pulse
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| The measure of your breath
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| The rise and fall of our fortunes and our chests
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| These spectacular triumphs and flops
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| That even if that moment meant nothing to the universe, it’s the closest thing
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| to God I’ve got
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| I’m so far from perfect
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| So far it’s been worth it
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| But if this was a dream
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| I still know that I’ve seen
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| Fields of daisies hold cannonballs above them
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| I don’t know what was wrong
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| But I wasn’t as strong
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| I’ve seen daisies hold cannonballs above them
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| But if this was a dream
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| I still know that I’ve seen
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| Fields of daisies hold cannonballs above them
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| But if this was a dream
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| I still know that I’ve seen
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| Fields of daisies hold cannonballs above them |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Cannonball , by - Watsky. Song from the album All You Can Do, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп