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Song of the day;;

→ Get Cape. Wear Cape. Fly - The Chronicles of a Bohemian Teenager (Part Two)

I think I've been here before
Only now not at the cellar, I am lying on the sunroom floor
And contemplating why that if I'm so dam tired and so out of pocket
Do I, do I turn every conversation and every contemplation that I make
Into a self-pity trip

I said that I would ride a wagon right out of this town and right out of this life
To find the confidence and hope
That I lost in mid-2005
But did I?
Would there be a second chapter if they didn't leave the death star alive?
And did I, and did I

You know, I want to be something that's of worth, you see?
And I want to fly like a kite in the sky
You don't need a degree to deconstruct this melody
But this one's not for you

If a song ever was my justification for the introspective writings I make
I guess this is the most that anyone will ever hear about my personal life
Then why is the apology I owe you as public as the stars in the sky?
If I, if I

You know, I want to be something that's of worth, you see?
And I want to fly like a kite in the sky
You don't need a degree to deconstruct this melody
But this one's not for you

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