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Selfish Things
Selfish Things
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Alexander James Biro
Alexander James Biro
Songwriter
Andrew Colin Fulk
Andrew Colin Fulk
Songwriter
Layne Putnam
Layne Putnam
Songwriter

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I think I lost myself in the crowd, in the sea In the quiet faces that sing for me Yeah, I've closed my eyes, and cut the carob trees Felt the sun exhale on my shattered being And I think I felt it coming I, I felt it coming, I Think I felt it coming I, I felt it coming, I Think I felt it coming I, I felt it coming, I Think I felt it coming you Well, I can't find better words to say A different life but it feels the same My daughter cries every time I leave home Am I a circus clown? Am I a drunken thief? I feed my shadow self, I live in every seed I still speak in tongues, but I never read I feel god still pushing, my weathered feet And I think I felt it coming I, I felt it coming, I Think I felt it coming I, I felt it coming, I Think I felt it coming I, I felt it coming, I Think I felt it coming, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Well, I can't find better words to say A different life but it feels the same My daughter cries every time I leave home I think I'm dying every single day I see my dreams and now I'm afraid My daughter cries every time I leave home Think I felt it coming I, I felt it coming, I Think I felt it coming I, I felt it coming, I Think I felt it coming I, I felt it coming, I Think I felt it coming I, I feel it coming Well, I can't find better words to say A different life but it feels the same My daughter cries every time I leave home I think I'm dying every single day I see my dreams and now I'm afraid My daughter cries every time I leave home Think I felt it coming I, I felt it coming, I Think I felt it coming I, I felt it coming, I Think I felt it coming I, I felt it coming, I Think I felt it coming I
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