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Marshall Veroni
Songwriter
Texty
Footprint on the table what are we doing?
I don't even have the time to ask
Look from the corner is so disapproving
From someone stuck living in the past
I don't know a single soul
Who holds their head up as high as they want
Or talks how they're supposed to
Or knows for how long
Fall comes it's time for registration
Another document in disguise
Doesn't matter how much money you're wasting
Because at least it takes up
Some of your time
I don't know a single soul
Who holds their head up as high as they want
Doesn't sort of live for their parents
Or their job
So fill my head
Fill my head
And I'll fill your cup
Fill my head
Yes, I'm listening
Don't call me dumb
You get talking to another one still
As your girlfriend sits and stares from across the room
I don't know the most gentle way to say this
Not everyone here is in love with you
I don't know a single soul
Who holds their head up as high as they want
They say to fake it til you make it
But for how long?
Footprint on the table, what were we thinking?
I didn't even consider it theft
The smell of the carpet, the feeling of losing
Any of the respect I had left
I don't know a single soul
Who holds their head up as high as they want
Or talks how they're supposed to
I mean come on
I don't know a single soul who doesn't regret anything
Well more than half of the advice given
Won't take any of your own madness away
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