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Keeping blows low
Slow and steady you win the race
Crying on your shoulder
Declared me your opponent late that day
An empire builds to break
When youâre around it makes a sound
It carries me away
Oh my bones
Becoming weak and brittle from the wrong wrong notes
The session player keeps repeating over
With a poker face
Like heâs never heard of grace
Itâs not his fault
His poor paid job makes him hesitate
If i hide away would you come back to me?
If i make my mind up naturally
We keep tearing out the pages
From the books weâve read so many times
Looking for elation in other peopleâs lives
Every new year consumed with solutions we despise
But whatâs the point in trying if youâre always on my mind?
Met my ghost
He taught me how to own up to the little knives iâd thrown
You need your motherâs love like you need a home
Until the sound your life makes
Becomes your favourite place
Itâs all your fault
Just play your part
Listen to what they say
They say âoh oh my myâ
If i hide away would you come back to me?
If i make my mind up naturally
We keep tearing out the pages
From the books weâve read so many times
Looking for elation in other peopleâs lives
Every new year consumed with solutions we despise
But whatâs the point in trying if youâre always on my mind?