Dire Straits, Pt. 1 by Horrorshow
[Solo:]
He wraps a smile round his tired face*
to hide the marks of the +walk of life+ through +dire straits+
No +brothers in arms+, the +sultan of mood swing+
Moving in tune with the melodies that truth sings
He knows the music will stop
and he's okay with that, he can face the facts
He just wants it to mean something to these people when he fades to black
And he's not sure, fighting for a lost cause and effect
He tries to find clarity behind locked doors in his head
And if you saw him, you wouldn't know it
Hell, his friends don't
He's just another lost soul who blocks the world out with his headphones
Words signify nothing, he doesn't feel your complements
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