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Joseph Goodwin Feb 2011
I'm gonna need some time
to think things over
I'm gonna go outside
and breathe some air

Today will go down
in my insignificant history
as the day you fractured my heart
If your gonna leave now,
please, don't come back

I wish you were made of crystal
so I could see your veigns
but I would probably break you
A clumsy boy's not easy to train

I wish your mind
was as clearly defined
as the curves of your body
I wish your book was easier to read

I wish you were made of crystal
so I could see your veigns
but I would probably break you
A clumsy boy's not easy to train
Joseph Goodwin Feb 2011
Please, stop talkin' 'bout yourself that way
as if you have a smaller brain
No one's buying that but you

You care too much about your good grades
and all the things your teachers say
Don't you know those thing will never last?

Educated idiot
In the desk right next to me
Educated idiot
Writing on the board where you teach
Educated idiot
Your words, they sound so sweet
From the pulpit where you preach once or twice a week,
once or twice a week

Well I don't want to know how much you get paid
or hear the ***** details 'bout the last time you got laid
Sometimes you really make me sick

You act like you have somethin' important to say
but then you treat people like animals
no, only a fool will listen to a word of it

Educated idiot
In the desk right next to me
Educated idiot
Writing on the board where you teach
Educated idiot
Your words, they sound so sweet
From the pulpit where you preach once or twice a week,
once or twice a week

Oh, how do drugs and cigarettes
help us to achieve
the greatness locked inside of us
that no one else sees
We're all wandering aroung
on nameless roads
the destination
no one knows

Lookin for a chance to bathe in the see

Please, don't be

The Educated idiot
In the desk right next to me
Educated idiot
Writing on the board where you teach
Educated idiot
Your words, they sound so sweet
From the pulpit where you preach once or twice a week,
once or twice a week
Joseph Goodwin Feb 2011
I met a woman named Gazelle
She loved others
much more than herself
until one day,
one day she died
so it goes
lots of people cried

I met a snake in my dreams
he hated others
he was covered in green,
green slime
one day he died
a man crushed his head
nobody cried

God, do you hear me when i pray?
Do you have ears?
Do you really work that way?
I don't know.
I might never know,
but it can't hurt
so here I go

Lord, help me through today
I need your lighthouse
show me the way
I've every reason to me glad,
but I'm goin mad
Show me the peace I'll one day have.
Show me the peace I'll one day have!
Show me the peace

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