Στοίχοι: Rustic Overtones. Feel.

It might be easy as pie
but I ain't gonna try it.
I'll sleep on it tonight, but I might not be tired.
These things that you sell, how can I buy it?
It's me that you confide in you have got to be lying.
Why did you have to steal me?
Can't try to steal myself back, I'm trapped.
Come on and feel for me.
Why all this time have you kept me around?
Don't turn my face to a mime that you made to a clown.
Funny thing is you're the best thing I've found.
But I'm too scared to be proud.

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Listen to the talk, it doesn't sound like you
it kind of sounds like me.
Cowardice of hypocracy.
A little bit of everybody.

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