Paroles The War Of de Bethany Sharayah

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I suppose that when I was born the city glowed
And the people stopped in ther trucks
To realize that I was the new face on the block
But when I turned around I was laughing at myself
Because I didnt understand just what was going on

And when my grandparents were younger
They had all the finest things
Like bigger houses, drove nicer cars
Sat on the patio and talked about the war
But now they are living in the smallest house
And feeding off their fantasy
And it doesnt change the way they feel
It doesnt fix anything
It only make their problems worse

When I grow up I know that I will be something special
And the people will know my face
And call me by my legal name
But if i walked away from this situation
Where would I end up?
I have no idea, I have no goddamned idea

I do not claim to be a musician or an artist
But I try my very best to please the people all around me
But no one's coming to the fair and no one's looking at my stuff
They're all just dead to me, everybody's dead to me, yeah

Living somewhere far off in nebraska
I see myself with little children
Laughing like something great has just happened
But we all know that nothing happened
We are laughing just to prove a point

My smile feels phony
And my eyes they feel heavy
And I wish that I could just screw up
And sleep for ninety years
But it's not an option or a project
It is just my purpose on this planet

I do not claim to be a musician or an artist
But I try my very best to please the people all around me
But no one's coming to the fair and no one's looking at my stuff
They're all just dead to me, everybody's dead to me, yeah

The desert seems like a nice place to raise a family
I think that I will go there and talk to someone about owning property
But you wont come along, you'll be too busy sleeping
Or staring at yourself in the mirror
If you decide that you would like to come along
There is an open seat in the passenger side of my automobile

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