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Pinocchio
03:41
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I can't seem to find any reason,
I can't seem to find me no excuse,
We drifted out in different directions,
But our past keeps bringing us back around these days.
Drag my ass out, please just reroute back home,
I don't wanna wear this mask anymore.
I still put on a smile, put on the charm,
Stay out of the rain in case your make-up runs,
Put of the fake, put on the fun,
Try to find a way to hide what you've become.
All I'm trying to find is reason,
Now is not the time to air my views,
Just one more drink and sweep it under the carpet.
Ignorance is better than the truth ( Yo, let's get some shots )
Drag my ass out, please just reroute back home,
I don't wanna wear this mask anymore.
I still put on the smile, put on the charm,
Stay out of the rain in case your make-up runs,
Put on the fake, put on the fun,
Try to wear the truth but you don't care that much.
Drag my ass out, please just reroute back home,
I don't wanna wear this mask anymore.
I still put on the smile, put on the charm,
Stay out of the rain in case your make-up runs,
Put on the fake, put on the fun,
Try to find a way to get yourself back home.
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Frozen faces, the walls holding you within,
They can make you another face, one of them,
Again.
Speaking of themselves,
Thinking of themselves,
Dreaming of themselves,
Being just themselves,
That is all they need in the world,
Not what you want,
Not what you are,
You become whoever, they want.
Laughing faces, the cage you've made your home now.
A plastic town, with plastic toys,
A plastic world, with plastic joys.
Speaking of themselves ( being just the same ),
Thinking of themselves ( being just the same ),
Dreaming of themselves ( being just the same ),
Being just themselves, making you the same,
As they are,
As they always will,
As they always want you to be,
You must be whoever, they are.
A plastic world, with plastic thoughts,
and plastic joining plastic dots.
Speaking of themselves ( not another word ),
Thinking of themselves ( not another thought ),
Dreaming of themselves ( seeing not a thing ),
Plastic faces here ( frozen laughing dots ),
Being just themselves, wishing you the same.
As long as you are like them,
As long as you are them,
They will let you be them, alone.
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Weird Flex
05:29
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Shreyas Iyengar Pune, India
Composer and multi instrumentalist. The goal is to spend as much time writing and playing music as possible.
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