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Philosophical at the speed of sound
It grows smooth yet seems so very fragile
Always older but seemed so very small
Tears are falling like water on a windshield
Trapped in our ways, we've been told that life is not about our stories
Place your hands in those alive, disremember all the dead
If I can ask of you tomorrow
How it feels to finally fly
Today I seem to smile, but the line has lost its way
Always beat me to the punch line, but I'm always here to tell the joke
Maybe I wouldn't feel so out of place
To not belong to be erased
You can criticize my song, you can redraw all my dreams, redraw my face
It doesn't matter! All the bleeding sweat and tears don't make a river
It falls into an ocean filled with hopeless obscurity
If I can ask of you tomorrow... how it feels to finally fly
Take me far away from here... make me be the best me I can be