Balu Brigada — Politix
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He's off again
New blood is eating out his palm again
Mixed up in metaphors and confidence
Reading the room is like a party trick
And then he's on his way out
Yeah, he's on his way out
It's all pretend
He makes a fuss and then he finds the next
He pops a pill and takes the side effects
Talks in a circle 'til I'm two percent
And then he's on the way out
Am I wrong to think that I could be the one?
To think I might be onto something?
I gave your words all the weight in the world
And now I don't know who to trust
I did my best to hear you out
And now I'm drowning in the doubt
I gave you every piece of my love
Oh, will it ever be enough?
Oh, Mister On The Fence
That's what they call him down in Oregon
The trust fund babies and the college kids
Gaslight the room and call it common sense (it's obvious)
It's politix
I guess I never was supposed to win
My pretty little bones were never made for it
I could take a bite, I couldn't stomach it
I wish that I'd have known it before
Am I wrong to think that I could be the one?
To think I might be onto something?
I gave your words all the weight in the world
And now I don't know who to trust
I did my best to hear you out
And now I'm drowning in the doubt
I gave you every piece of my love
Oh, will it ever be enough?
I gave you every word that I put on this page
I gave you every smile on a tired face
I gave you every dream I was dreaming about
You only gave me reasons to doubt myself
And even when it works, yeah, it's never enough
And even when it hurts, you say, "Toughen up"
I'll bet you when it's good, you'll be there in the frame
And then you see it crash, you'll be out of state
I can't play again, I never win
My cynicism is kicking in
I can't be to blame, walls closing in
It's imminent, I'm over it
New blood is eating out his palm again
Mixed up in metaphors and confidence
Reading the room is like a party trick
And then he's on his way out
Yeah, he's on his way out
It's all pretend
He makes a fuss and then he finds the next
He pops a pill and takes the side effects
Talks in a circle 'til I'm two percent
And then he's on the way out
Am I wrong to think that I could be the one?
To think I might be onto something?
I gave your words all the weight in the world
And now I don't know who to trust
I did my best to hear you out
And now I'm drowning in the doubt
I gave you every piece of my love
Oh, will it ever be enough?
Oh, Mister On The Fence
That's what they call him down in Oregon
The trust fund babies and the college kids
Gaslight the room and call it common sense (it's obvious)
It's politix
I guess I never was supposed to win
My pretty little bones were never made for it
I could take a bite, I couldn't stomach it
I wish that I'd have known it before
Am I wrong to think that I could be the one?
To think I might be onto something?
I gave your words all the weight in the world
And now I don't know who to trust
I did my best to hear you out
And now I'm drowning in the doubt
I gave you every piece of my love
Oh, will it ever be enough?
I gave you every word that I put on this page
I gave you every smile on a tired face
I gave you every dream I was dreaming about
You only gave me reasons to doubt myself
And even when it works, yeah, it's never enough
And even when it hurts, you say, "Toughen up"
I'll bet you when it's good, you'll be there in the frame
And then you see it crash, you'll be out of state
I can't play again, I never win
My cynicism is kicking in
I can't be to blame, walls closing in
It's imminent, I'm over it
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I think, I sorta like it!
9 until it loses it's shine...