day by day i replay "Catcher in the Rye" and i'm not afraid to say, " god damnit, you were right" ive found everything already. danger just hides. someday
another day another night. i think she lost count at one but never gave into doubt. she closed her eyes. prayed every night and knew the signs were
I pick a lot of locks rock a lot of shows build with the moms hang with the broken crow been hurtin the same heart since i was like two i use sarcasm
Trying not to hold my breath But my lungs are filled inside this chest And I've been helpless and I couldn't have cared less Of anything that could or
You're out of the woods You're out of the dark You're out of the night Step into the sun Step into the light Keep straight ahead for the most glorious
[Music: bart/Thjis, Lyrics: Sven] A darkened room re-opening at the stroke of twelve Grim cascades of light construct a blurry image The fridge-cage
You're out of the woods You're out of the dark You're out of the night Step into the sun Step into the light Keep straight ahead for The most glorious
Hey kids look at this it's the fall of the world's own optimist Hey kids look at this it's the fall of the world's own optimist I could get back up
Blow the last candle out Let the wax harden I wish I could stop crying And I wish that someone still loved me Blow the last candle out Let the wax harden
Make me sanguine Help me genuinely Kill the doubt that strangles myself worth Paint the picture that I swore I heard Spiritless and mean Ghost that comes
're sold or if you're bought We're just spinning on some granite That we like to call a planet And if you need to contemplate Well, here's an optimistic
My inside's turning outside My upside has no downside My bright side has no dark side Trace my silver lining Erase my silver lining My black cloud turns
Just talk yourself up and tear yourself down You've hit your one wall, now find a way around Well, what's the problem? You got a lot of nerve So what
for tips I was obliged to pick up From the passing trade CHORUS: Hey, kids--look at this It's the fall of the world's own optimist I could get
me hunt for tips I was obliged to pick up From the passing trade Chorus: Hey, kids--look at this It's the fall of the world's own optimist I could get
is good enough If you try the best you can If you try the best you can The best you can is good enough This one's optimistic This one went to market
Nellie: When the skies are brighter canary yellow I forget ev'ry cloud I've ever seen, So they called me a cockeyed optimist Immature and incurably green
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