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letra de song 12 - plainspoke

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trying to move a little further from the centerpiece
making ends meet, how to hurt them from the entropy
i sew my seeds, keep the feet planted gently
burning trees, wanna be something i meant, you see

furnishing an odyssey, must be ozymandias
looking for the man to see about the hands that i forget
walk around the deep end, i depend on some persons
i ain’t never seen the hand that feeds, it takes from all the purses

if you chance a leap from rooftops, you might die of your own urges
been saddled with a shoebox, full of pills and all you purchased
i’ve been sadder than the red balloons left in all the hoopla
plotting my own exit from the lessons learned by 2pac

vicariously living, cherry-picking from the pooh-bah
grandmaster of the minutes, he wants penance for the kool-aid
graduated c-m lade, living on what two jobs pay
loving them riches like he knew his day, loving them riches like he moved away

hook
rubber bands, rubber bands
keep me whole in my other hand, other hand
this other man will leave i know
packing vans full of all i own

verse 2
deciding on words for the letters i’ve never sent
i never meant to hurt you, but seams are meant to serve you
seems i meant to bend the curfew, speak about the things i can’t concur to
and even when the end leaves you the odd one out

an abyss is an abacus of what i might achieve
counting out the fractions of the whole that never met its means
the lab work shows i’m only half of what i’m supposed to be
holding onto spent cents in so-so shape, amend the memories

i’m so afraid of apologies, i just never let them finish
holding on to what i ought to be, even when the mirror doesn’t get it
when i look at my reflection, i don’t recognize the patterns
dropping dimes in the water, like the planets circle saturn

that brand is long gone, long live the fickle banter
got the reaper in the white house, by the way they pick the answers
it’s been light out longer every day, the sun wants to hang with the planners
paying to stay in the place that you hate, i’mma settle for half of the banners

banished today but tomorrow might change
standing to wait, i’m the only one in line
don’t mind anyway, i told them i’m fine
because i’m looking at the paint, hoping it change my mind

hook
rubber bands, rubber bands
keep me whole in my other hand, other hand
this other man will leave i know
packing vans full of all i own

- plainspoke

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