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Prototype One O One
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Prototype One O One geçen hafta yaklaşık 2 dakika and 30 saniye civarında en sık keşfedilen şarkı oldu

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I tap the glass on this Apple screen
It is the sleekest thing I have seen
But Steve did not make it in a day
He threw a hundred bad phones away
I sit alone on this Eames chair
Breathing in the heavy room air
I feel like a total mess inside
I have nowhere left to run and hide
But I look at the things I hold
I look down at my blue Levi jeans
Thinking about what failure means
The pockets ripped and the denim tore
Before they ever made it to the store
Mr. Dyson built five thousand frames
Just to play the vacuum cleaner games
He watched them break and he watched them fall
Before he finally beat the wall
I stare at the trash bin by my bed
Filled with the stupid things I said
Filled with the plans that fell apart
Right at the very bitter start
But this is exactly how it goes
Why do I hate the dirt on my hands
Dirt is the thing that builds the lands
I need to stop crying on the floor
And open up another heavy door
This is not the end of my short line
This is just draft number ninety nine
I failed exactly one hundred times
Trying to write the perfect rhymes
Trying to build my life up straight
Feeling like I am way too late
But failure is the wood and the stone
Building a house I can call my own
If attempt one hundred was a bust
I will shake off the heavy dust
One hundred and one is calling me
It might be the ultimate key
Yeah one hundred and one is the key
I walk to the kitchen and grab a cup
Telling myself I should not give up
Even Mr. Honda blew out tires
He lost his engines to heavy fires
But he kept spinning the greasy wheel
Turning his anger into solid steel
I look at the mirror above the sink
I need to change the way I think
I am just a prototype right now
Learning the what and the why and how
Every mistake is a brand new fact
Why do I hate the dirt on my hands
Dirt is the thing that builds the lands
I need to stop crying on the floor
And open up another heavy door
This is not the end of my short line
This is just draft number ninety nine
I failed exactly one hundred times
Trying to write the perfect rhymes
Trying to build my life up straight
Feeling like I am way too late
But failure is the wood and the stone
Building a house I can call my own
If attempt one hundred was a bust
I will shake off the heavy dust
One hundred and one is calling me
It might be the ultimate key
Yeah one hundred and one is the key
I am pulling the plug on my own shame
I am playing a really long game
I will fail tomorrow and that is fine
I will fail again at the finish line
Because every time that I crack and break
I learn exactly what I need to make
I am the maker and I am the tool
I am the genius and I am the fool
I breathe in deep and I stand back up
I failed exactly one hundred times
Trying to write the perfect rhymes
Trying to build my life up straight
Feeling like I am way too late
But failure is the wood and the stone
Building a house I can call my own
If attempt one hundred was a bust
I will shake off the heavy dust
One hundred and one is calling me
It might be the ultimate key
Yeah one hundred and one is the key
One hundred fails
One hundred tries
I wipe the tears out of my eyes
My Apple phone
My Levi jeans
I know exactly what it means
I pick it up
I start again
I will keep trying until then
One hundred and one
Here I go
Just watch me grow
One more try
Written by: Sky Note

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