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h-o-u-s-e-k-e-y-z Lyrics - Artist : Field Medic
Traded my creative whim
For a level head and a phantom limb You know chamomile is sweeter when The sky is blushing, too Tell me have you ever thought of Leaving your boys behind I got no concept of a savior There's nothing I could do There's nothing I could do There's something strange inside me Diggin' holes with house keys I've grown vulgar, vacant, and angry So patient and passive I thought that would make me wise 'Cause in my mind I'm a ballerina Straight off of Degas brush And when I fall I make a pretty pink mess In my life, I'm just so angry 'Bout everything I never got So when I fall I'm just the ugliest I'm just the ugliest I'm just the ugliest There's something strange inside me Diggin' holes with house keys I've grown vulgar, vacant, and angry So patient and passive I thought that would make me wise Make me wise Make me wise Pale But raging With darkness Like twilight |
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