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letra de rainchild - exchecker [uk]

[verse]
why the best people come around when you’re needing yourself?
why do i go and hit the town when i’m needing some help?
’cause lately i’ve been feeling kinda sp-cey
clinging on to old memories and forgetting they’re hazy, look
i ain’t sayin’ that my life is an open book
but i seem to be reading the blurb before i’m observing the words
i’m worshipping the earth before i’m going to church
i’m stuck cursing the turf before i’m trying to fly
i’m not a depressed guy but i feel i’m ready to die, and it’s sad
born an easy sleeper but now i toss and turn
there’s lots to yearn for, and i ain’t even have any of it
h-ll neither does any of us, and that just makes it harder
because if jakub’s not around then i need a new co-martyr
we’re smarter than this, but there’s never a solution
besides the drink in my hand and the next track we’re producing
a vent we borrow to postpone ’till tomorrow

[hook: wilted flower]
i hide away, i don’t show my face
wait for better days but they don’t come
and all this pain written on my face
but i can’t explain it

[verse]
the river bruce springsteen going round in my head
i couldn’t get out of bed
i try and do myself favours but any effort is slave labour
feel like i’m tied to the pavement
if i fall into the weaver will she start to believe me?
and will they start to believe me?
i wonder if i still believe me
started out with a reason but it feels like i’m still dreaming
and everyone else is in the real world
while i’m drinking seltzer and still playing the team jester
and i’m saying nothing profound
’cause we all on the same ground
all just a rainchild ’cause we came from the same town
some new kid k!lls themselves every time i get the train down
and the council wake up blind wrapped up inside their blame gown
ship us off to the system but there’s just nothin’ when we return
just a pub you’ve never heard and kids from school you’ve always hated
try to say education failed ’em but it’s hard when they’re drunk
throwing right hooks while they’re hooked up with some girl you once swore that you loved
maybe i still do

[hook: wilted flower]
i hide away, i don’t show my face
wait for better days but they don’t come
and all this pain written on my face
but i can’t explain it

- exchecker uk

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