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The Long and Short of it
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I feel sick to my skin
I can feel their teeth sinking right in to my skin
and if they're the bloody parasites we're terribly hospitable hosts
as we let them suck every last drop of sweat and blood
till their so damn full they're fit to explode,
I can hardly breathe now
I feel the weight of a very big house on my chest
and its foundation is a mass grave
where I and a billion others lay
So they keep us weak enough
to stay stuck in their rat trap
strong enough, to lift their burdens for them
So they keep us on a leash just short enough for them to see,
However far we go, we're still within their reach.
I, CAN'T, BREATHE!
I feel the weight of a very big house on my chest,
and its foundations are a mass grave where I and a billion others lay
to keep a mansion from sinking on into the ground
holding up the crumbling walls of their grand design.
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This is all I ever wanted since i can remember, since I remember I decided.
This was is all I've ever dreamed of since I sat on the sofa on Saturday night and
I thought to myself
I could call myself
A tortured soul
A broken heart
Something special
I will croon these loaded words with a bone dry brow to the sight of a sold out house.
And me and my session band will bring the roof down to the sound of a praise chorus.
And I'll think to myself they'll all know I am
A tortured soul
A broken heart
Something special
So please validate me
Romanticise me
Praise me
Applaud the delicate lines I've traced
As a Masterpiece.
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