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Singalong
by Ben Marwood

Well there are incidents and accidents that you could never save
if you don't act your shoe size, act your age.
well I play until my fingers hurt and grit my teeth through every word
like I'm the only introvert who wants to seize the day.

And this is not the sound of a thousand switches flipped
and I do not want to live inside this Aronofsky script
I guess that I could be the next big thing, but that would just be weird
So I guess I'll play more folk clubs, but I'd have to grow a beard.

So I tried to write a singalong,
but we all forgot the words,
we all forgot the words, it's true.
well it's shit and you know it,
but it's life so what can you do?

There are incidents and accidents and that is why they say
if you can't read the small print, burn the page.
well I sing until my visions blurred to spit the things I overheard
as long as I can play on words I know I'll be okay.

And this is not the sound of a thousand switches flipped
and I do not want to live inside this Aronofsky script
I guess that I could be the next big thing, but that would just be weird
So I guess I'll play more folk clubs, but I'd have to grow a beard.

So I tried to write a singalong,
but we all forgot the words,
we all forgot the words, it's true.
well it's shit and you know it,
but it's life so what can you do?

And it may not be much but at least we're not waiting to die.

This is not the sound of a thousand switches flipped
and I do not want to live inside this Aronofsky script
I guess that I could be the next big thing, but that would just be weird
So I guess I'll play more folk clubs, but I'd have to grow a beard.

This is not the sound of the voices in the night
when you worry about lovers and the day you'll finally die
because eternity's forever and you've got all this time to rest
and no matter what the hole you're in, at least you did your best.

And I tried to write a singalong,
but we all forgot the words,
we all forgot the words, it's true.

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