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letra de i85mixxextended - material girl

[verse 1]
he was born [?] of the country
to a family that once [be?] the pride of it’s own line, find it’s own time
waiting for it’s own messiah to arrive
[per coasts?] of world, weary and [adolescence?] [?]
the fans tell him his friends are all living in the seams of the dead
well [could be turns meant?], he means to end
what he means, he meant
the sort of struggle that leaves a heart strook
seven years [made him?] look
he’s left behind
let this moment pass me by and i never made it mine
drifting unnatural talent, void of ambition, no voice of decision, no point in precision
but the weight blows, he goes
he was an [empellow?] to [smother?] [?] [four as he?] go
those around him like “[ah?] what do we know?”
he [?] all that we could see so
this is [mediocrity?] now, this is all [city?] now
he’s thinking “this sh-t is history”, i need a way out (need a way out)

[instrumental]

[verse 2]
thinking he lives in the world alone, living in a barren home
considered [residence associated?] glimmer in his eyes
they can see he’s trying even when he lies and says he’s fine
grind and whispers as the size of the past of time
he’s got a good heart, he’s living lot of life
maybe one day he’ll make up his mind, whether it’s [?] to be alive
talking to friends like “we can introduce you to somebody”
man, i’m sorry, i already know everyone i need to know
what are they, some friends of yours?
either way, i don’t think i want to meet her
they laugh at what he says knowingly
if i were you, i wouldn’t be so sure…
[instrumental]

[verse 3]
she fights tooth and nail, partially because she has no choice
partially because her pride doesn’t let her do otherwise
you see, warm blood, real blood pumps through her
the sort of thing that doesn’t pump through you and me
she fights to be alive, she’s pure military in her mind
but that’s alright, there’s beauty to this sh-t, there’s love to this sh-t
with every moment that passes in stasis, she could look [?] the walls and cry
she’s like [antigeny?], living, living, living like destiny is her enemy
she’s giving testimonies to gods, like i have been vanished
i have been stolen away in the finite time that i am alive
i will not be found in death of my days
i won’t live on as if a [death on a credit?]
i won’t accept it
cause i gotta get out of here
i gotta get out of here if it’s the last thing we both do
you’ll grab my hand and we’ll both disappear

[bridge]
and i know that i have to go away
i know i have to go away
and i know that i have to go away
i know i have to go away
and i know that i have to go away
i know i have to go away
and i know that i have to go away
i know i have to go away
and i know that i have to go away
i know i have to go away
and i know that i have to go away
i know i have to go away
and i know that i have to go away
i know i have to go away
and i know
[outro]
when he was a young boy, the doctors did some tests on him, took him to an empty room and asked him a few control questions [propograting?] their medical [increate?]
by the time it was over, they were convinced that he was in touch with the spirit world
“esp, communing with the dead, telekenisis, [ie?], the ability to move objects with the mind” were among the listed diagnoses
they told him that although [indecent?] now, he was in posession of godlike powers that would need to be controled and would mark among his peers, like a talisman or something of that effect
he spent the next several years under the watchful eye, in fact [?] of the state, even as he lived normally otherwise
the other kids would [walk?] and poke at him, and sometimes make pleasant conversation, at least as much as kids can, but he was never let in on their little games and rituals
the adults around him regarded him with a sense of wonder and incredulity, with sometimes moments of curiosity asking him to move salt shakers around the dinner table, to which he responded he was shy and couldn’t put on the spot that way
he learned to walk and read at the normal times, and was otherwise unremarkable. occasionally, as he grew older, he would make phone calls to mediums and psychics around town for guidance, but would hang up before he could get the call from [who?]
as time passed, his family began to realize that, in spite of [the importance of those?] tests from when he was younger, he had never once demonstrated he had powers of any kind
they had sat him in front of oujia boards and tarot cards, and asked him to [define?] the future [of?] tea leaves, but it was rare that his insights of connections to the other side ever became true
eventually, it was chalked up by both personal and medical consensus that it had been a mistake, that he had never had powers, and that day many years ago was a fluke, an anamoly of a study
it was a sign that he would be sent to a school out of the country, [maybe?] to live life with people who hadn’t known that he was carrying the blessing that [no longer came?] true
in some way
then, as he was in those [tens of?] years ago
he was just a young boy
he was just a young boy
he was just a young boy
i was just a young boy
i was just a young boy

- material girl

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