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I wish I was a novelist I could write this into a fairy tale With love triumphant While birds sing bring me songs of simple bliss I'm sick of something sweeter than this I'll settle for the dredges at the bottom of my coffee cup No need for excessive amounts of honey I'd rather brace myself for the bitter than cover it up So what's the purpose of money? I mean really what does it do? Besides turn me and you into simple creatures I mean collecting shiny things, storing them for later That's something the crows do But even the crows know why they do it They do it because they like shiny things do you? Do you love what you do? Do you let it consume you? I'd rather wake up under a bridge with a little chill in my bones Then in a warm house that doesn't feel like home So what about you? Starting fires in a old coffee can, a gift from a friend you've never met Not quite what you picture happiness to be? Is it? But sit down, pass that old sweater around I'll tell you some story's Some of the things I've seen even I don't believe The magic of this city It still gets to me Subway tunnels are the damnedest things People walking around in such close vasinity Some of these people don't even look around Have you ever admired the ridiculousness of it all? What about that guy next to you? Having troubles at home Doesn't know if he can finish college Not because he can't afford it His trust fund has that settled But he can't get that one girl in introduction to statistics to say hello So he picks up his phone more often he used too Just to look at it What about the old man The one all the kids on your block said was crazy Have you ever seen evidence of those false claims? Ever thought it was all just hear say? Pass the message along Life isn't about all the stuff we stockpile store for a later than never comes So don't wait for life to hand you what you want you have to take it go up and make your **** demands Because this is not some fairy tale This is not some song and dance This is life and it'll knock you around There's a few differences between me and who I want to be I let it get to me, I fall down And it takes me much longer to get back up than it should But that's the key I get back up I make a stand I keep the crowd cheering in the bleachers No matter how small they seem Weather it's just God watching me, or my family I'll keep it real If reality keeps on keeping me
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Jun 4, 2014
Jun 4, 2014 at 5:04 PM UTC
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I wish I was a novelist I could write this into a fairy tale With love triumphant While birds sing bring me songs of simple bliss I'm sick of something sweeter than this I'll settle for the dredges at the bottom of my coffee cup No need for excessive amounts of honey I'd rather brace myself for the bitter than cover it up So what's the purpose of money? I mean really what does it do? Besides turn me and you into simple creatures I mean collecting shiny things, storing them for later That's something the crows do But even the crows know why they do it They do it because they like shiny things do you? Do you love what you do? Do you let it consume you? I'd rather wake up under a bridge with a little chill in my bones Then in a warm house that doesn't feel like home So what about you? Starting fires in a old coffee can, a gift from a friend you've never met Not quite what you picture happiness to be? Is it? But sit down, pass that old sweater around I'll tell you some story's Some of the things I've seen even I don't believe The magic of this city It still gets to me Subway tunnels are the damnedest things People walking around in such close vasinity Some of these people don't even look around Have you ever admired the ridiculousness of it all? What about that guy next to you? Having troubles at home Doesn't know if he can finish college Not because he can't afford it His trust fund has that settled But he can't get that one girl in introduction to statistics to say hello So he picks up his phone more often he used too Just to look at it What about the old man The one all the kids on your block said was crazy Have you ever seen evidence of those false claims? Ever thought it was all just hear say? Pass the message along Life isn't about all the stuff we stockpile store for a later than never comes So don't wait for life to hand you what you want you have to take it go up and make your **** demands Because this is not some fairy tale This is not some song and dance This is life and it'll knock you around There's a few differences between me and who I want to be I let it get to me, I fall down And it takes me much longer to get back up than it should But that's the key I get back up I make a stand I keep the crowd cheering in the bleachers No matter how small they seem Weather it's just God watching me, or my family I'll keep it real If reality keeps on keeping me
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Jun 4, 2014
Jun 4, 2014 at 5:04 PM UTC
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