Preferred Band/Artist: The Soil
There’s a place I haven’t been yet
That’s why I’m weak
My feet are still too tender
Not yet hardened by the road
My legs are still too skinny
And I’m wary of the cold
The little things that make me cry
Are suddenly bigger and the trigger
Set before me itches on my finger so I kick!
There are lies they haven’t heard yet
That’s why I speak a foreign language
That my people don’t remember
A comfort to myself
When today gets too demanding
And my normal is a freak
These lies they haven’t heard yet
That’s why I speak
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