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Weston Bookhouse
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Loring
Picking at the bones of old things As long as I am here, poking at the bear And it's heaping list full of things shouting Come to terms with me
Starting with mundane trips to the gym Before I go to work each day Set aside more time to say I've been at a loss for words evoking All the misspoken idioms I've displayed in these stories When I just need the guts to say
Aside from things that I am ashamed about I read a good book and worked at a restaurant In light of my views of progress I am trying to save nonsense On the implications collars can have So give me three things including travel funding checks, To nullify anxieties riddling my chest, A song that gives you chills behind the wheel of a Toyota, And healthy doses of elbow grease to pay it forward
Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com I want to cremate that old hat I want to manifest my dreams and fears and tears in song And I want to see the world as a primary source, a challenge to horizons Silhouetted on the sun
But these feats they don't come easy don't come cheap And though the doldrums never last I've been stuck in this one rut for what seems like doggy years Strike a match and push the envelope
It's why I'm taking blankets and wringing out He took a good look and saw but a dilettante And while I am being honest all I really learned in college Was manipulating the common path
And I've got demons including needing to be the best Feeding these anxieties and adding to the stress Along with lacking skills to meet the needs of an employer Someone always saying your dreams don't push you forward.
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