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Schlemihl
03:26
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My shadow was not quite right for me
it didn't fit beneath my feet
I traded it in for self-esteem
and now I can't find the receipt.
I haven't grown into my old soul
I'm still getting lost in all its folds
my second-hand face was always late
I copied what I could not create.
I know it won't be the same (I know it won't be the same)
So do me a favour and break my jaw
'cos I don't want to talk about it anymore
I'm sorry I ever held you back
I'm sorry for everything I lack.
I know it won't be the same (I know it won't be the same)
Look at me now, I'm what you wanted me to be
but all I hear is the sound of self-defeat.
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Lines
05:43
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I'm tired of standing on my history
I'm tired of rust and rain around my bed
it's a language I could never learn
a different kind of distance
it's the simple things that I regret.
Was I at my peak on temple floors?
Was it the start of something ill-defined?
It's the loose teeth I can't leave alone
I'm safer in the forest
it's the trace of lines you left behind.
I don't know who I am, I don't know anymore
I'm too old to be so sure.
I guess I lived in black and white too long
until I lost my texture and my touch
did you see me through kaleidoscopes
and think I was embellished?
'cos I know I never offered much.
I always had the answers up my sleeve
to the questions that I chose to hear
and I know you're tired of my remorse
you're tired of my discomfort
so I'll pretend that I'm still here.
I don't know who I am, I don't know anymore
I'm too old to be so sure.
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Strings
03:58
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I've been unravelling all my strings
I'm made up of in-between things
I never really wanted to sing.
I don't believe in myself anymore
or the lines in the air that I draw
I wish you weren't wishing for more.
Sometimes I drop all my leaves like a tree
I'm covered in rings you can't see
and I hate who I want to be.
My roots are tangled up and confused
I set them aside for you
but maybe some day they'll undo.
I didn't want to be a let down
but I'm still not enough, I know.
I have horrible things on my list
I didn't want to be part of this
I didn't want to know what I missed.
I can't embody whatever you saw
no, I can't be the man that you want
I don't know what your affection is for.
I didn't want to be a let down
but I'm still not enough, I know.
I didn't want to be free.
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408
04:02
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I'm still scared of voices in my bed
they blame me to sleep and sound just like me.
There's part of my mind that's dark and unkind
it's full of bright ideas of how to disappear.
I'm trying.
Now I'm too old to live up to what I was told
I'd rather be missed than disappoint like this.
Well maybe I'll get by and find meaning to life
and maybe I'll pull through and find meaning with you.
I'm trying.
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