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Artist: Conor Oberst Stealing quiet on my bed and fighting wars inside my head While counting footprints on the ceiling Blank and colorless tapestries The voices yell inside of me And I knew then the paint was peeling You say you know this misery We'll thats no more than sympathy for me Cause this time you were faking Your motive very questioning This silence is so defining now see You see you've got me shaking Screaming cursing then you spit and saying all your worthless shit And I, of course I'm worth hearing. And I don't know of what I sing But you my friend don't know anything And that's what makes you not worth fearing And I've been lying here for awhile now Sitting and acting like a child And if you find my garden could you bring it back Cause I've been lying here for awhile now And I, I've been dying here for awhile now. And I, I've been dying for awhile for awhile now. If your finger is an untamed beast Then I am just a centerpiece on the table of your feelings I find it sort of an interlude it's just that helpless attitude of mine Cause there's no footprints on your ceiling And everything slips through my hand I'm sorry I don't understand those point I should be making Your selflessness I should have miss I never knew this emptiness like a child been mistaken That all the things you never take the toys you purposely would break Like a gift that I was giving I know I just did hear and stare never thinking about how unfair it was Like a light that was leaving And I've been lying here for awhile now Sitting and acting like I was in exile But if you see my sister could you send her home Cause I've been dying here for awhile now. And I, I'll be dying here in awhile now. Dying for awhile, for awhile now. I'm dying for awhile, awhile, awhile now, for awhile for awhile now. Most popular songs by Conor OberstThings You KnowYou Should Be In Sweden Cape Canaveral Get-Well-Cards Space Invaders Milk Thistle Eagle On A Pole Blowtorch Nikorette Lenders In The Temple
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