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letra de dumb kids in bed alone - william ezby

{intro}
it ain’t for us, we ain’t found needing
it’s for those kids in bed alone
we’ve walked too far, my soles now bleeding
i’d rather die than head back home

[first verse]
these are the words for the people stuck on their pillow
forgotten what the sun is, forgot if it’s amarillo
stayin’ away from fears or avoiding money they still owe
we all have our reasons for building walls and castillos
but don’t forget there’s life to absorb as soil or brillo
no need to wallow in grey, why not wander all through the willows?the wind it blows and it bellows
it’s fine that you’re feeling down
wish at times you were underground
but it’s never the way sounds, or seems
and i know you had your dreams
but sh-t a brick, it’s never too late to concoct your schemes
and the universe ain’t against you, despite the scars and the streams
strength is shown in character, so stand and hold your seams
know’a mean?
i’m sorry to those who suffer
i dealt with my sh-t too but i felt that i had a buffer
art’s a f-cking output, i found that writing’s another
i like walking in the cold with a hoodie under a puffer, i do

[chorus]
it ain’t for us, we ain’t found needing
it’s for those kids in bed alone
we’ve walked too far, my soles now bleeding
i’d rather die than head back home

[second verse]
ooh
don’t let it build up
that’s when you lash out at mothers
or baby brothers, or lovers
here comes another sad summer
of living under the covers
it’s tough when you discover that life isn’t sweet as cherries
you’re feeling blue, but not berries
you’re acting brash cos it’s scary, i spose our methods all vary
hiding heads in the sand to inscribing words on your hand
very sorry indeed if you think that people don’t bleed
but you’re the sh-t we don’t need, do you agree?
whenever i’m feeling down you, won’t see it in tears or frowns
but with knuckles upon the walls
and rejected calls, i ain’t proud
but allowed to feel what i feel
‘cos i know it means that i’m real
wear your heart with some zeal
mind your heel, mind your heel
‘cos the world will always be swinging
a scythe that’s aimed at achilles
it’s wise to look for the lilies
despite what happens in cities
i know it’s f-cking sh-tty
we cry like biting a chilli
i often think it’s a pity that beauty’s booted for sh-tty, i do

[chorus]
it ain’t for us, we ain’t found needing
it’s for those kids in bed alone
we’ve walked too far, our soles now bleeding
i’d rather die than head back home

- william ezby

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