I know what it is to be broken and be bold Tell you that my silver is gold Though we're much too old for make believe And I know what it's like to behold and not be held Funny how a stomach unfed Seems satisfied 'cause it's swell and swollen And you caught me Shootin' cross the sky like a star But nobody told me To never let it get too far You see my silhouette, so you're standing scared of me Can I tell you a secret?
My wings are made of plastic, my wings are made of plastic My wings are made of plastic, my wings are made of plastic Oh, my wings are made of plastic, my wings are made of plastic My wings are made of plastic, my wings are made of plastic My wings are made of plastic, my wings are made of plastic My wings are made of plastic, my wings are made of plastic
I move with the trees In the breeze I know that time is elastic And I know when I go All my particles disband and disperse And I'll be back in the pulse And I know none of this'll matter In the long run But I know a sound is still a sound Around no-one And while I'm in this body I want somebody to want And I want what I want And I want
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the wild reeds
You've got some work to do
Bite your pencil harder than
You were planning to"
"You daydream slow, you sleep too quick
You need a sharper view
There's much more out there than someone
Who's lying next to you"
He said, "You're capable of so much more
Than these people give you credit for
And you just need to show it"
Growing up was not an easy movement for me
You nudge and nudge
You push and shove
And I might still stay asleep
And it's a struggle to think on my feet
I fear the harsh regard
But friend, if you'd encourage me
I know I'd make it far
You said I'm capable of so much more
Than these people give me credit for
And I just need to show it
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moses sumney
Tell you that my silver is gold
Though we're much too old for make believe
And I know what it's like to behold and not be held
Funny how a stomach unfed
Seems satisfied 'cause it's swell and swollen
And you caught me
Shootin' cross the sky like a star
But nobody told me
To never let it get too far
You see my silhouette, so you're standing scared of me
Can I tell you a secret?
My wings are made of plastic, my wings are made of plastic
My wings are made of plastic, my wings are made of plastic
Oh, my wings are made of plastic, my wings are made of plastic
My wings are made of plastic, my wings are made of plastic
My wings are made of plastic, my wings are made of plastic
My wings are made of plastic, my wings are made of plastic
My wings are made up
And so am I
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fiona apple
In the breeze
I know that time is elastic
And I know when I go
All my particles disband and disperse
And I'll be back in the pulse
And I know none of this'll matter
In the long run
But I know a sound is still a sound
Around no-one
And while I'm in this body
I want somebody to want
And I want what I want
And I want
You
To love me
You