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letra de strung and restrung - samuil keyes

[intro]
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[verse: samuil keyes]
stringing up my guitar on my bedroom floor
the black one, with the rosewood fretboard
i strum a note and it doesn’t sound right
reminds me of myself

is this where i’m supposed to be?
i don’t even have my degree
or diploma
or anything else to make a note of
years with nothing to show
yet i’m told to hold on

(shouldn’t i be proud of my progress?)
(even though, due to life, i had to reset?)

[chorus]
(warning!)
my brain goes “your honour, his ass is making mid”
when i’ve gone down different roads than others did
i need to string up my doubts to the ceiling to rid
my anxious mind of oxygen
yet, i know a doubtful look when i see it
haven’t you made mistakes in life that didn’t mean sh-t?
call me bold, or whatever, but at least i can admit
that paths to success aren’t perfect
(“i’ve got this in the bag!” me when i lie)
(i mean, i know i’m not there yet but it’ll all be fine)

[verse: micah callari]
i heard a rumour that could be the truth
i never knew how to cope in my youth
i told myself all sorts of excuses
to use for some help when it came time to choose

what i’ll do to adapt and move on
from the things i did, right and wrong
if i can’t hit the notes in this song
make a lie and keep carrying on

i’ve made some mistakes, but my growth is a statement
to suck up and take it, and prove i belong

[verse: samuil keyes]
(i mean, i know i’m not there yet, but it’ll all be fine)

(time for a random 5am shower ’cause i smell)
(i wonder if other people can even tell)
(i feel like i’m masquerading as myself)
(wait, that’s another useless thought i should shelf)
and i tuned up my high e
and it snapped!
that’s another couple of bucks i won’t get back!
my mind’s constantly under f-cking attack
yet i’m worried i’m cutting myself way too much slack
all these thoughts are stabbing me in my own back!
[chorus]
(warning!)
my brain goes “your honour, his ass is making mid”
when i’ve gone down different roads than others did
i need to string up my doubts to the ceiling to rid
my anxious mind of oxygen
yet, i know a doubtful look when i see it
haven’t you made mistakes in life that didn’t mean sh-t?
call me bold, or whatever, but at least i can admit
that paths to success aren’t perfect

- samuil keyes

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