Scraper by Hum
I want to get stronger, yes I'm a gentle man,
down waves and tiny arms,
and a tiny voice that never said things quite right.
And here's a funny place to be now, things always come my way.
The sky is not so green as it seems, as it seems.
Two made a life of background noise,
your voice just killing time, and this one fails to tell it all.
My life, it's slowed down to a crawl.
My love songs suck, yours make me cry,
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