Insinuation, wasted time chasing the dream
The trepidation of never knowing what might have been
All of the people spend their time working machines
Manipulated TV screens
I've gotta get myself a bigger better version of this self deflating burden
Never end up poor
I'm gonna put the world to right
I'm gonna end this messed up plight
Stand together we can break this man machine
Thinking about it
I'm running my mouth with nothing to say
And my liver's paying for the rainy days
There's no doubt about it
The devil's dancing on my chest
And I cannot shake him off but I try my best
The population says they can't take it no more
Percieving problems of hardship; never finding a cure
And the youths are told that their future's bright
The hand that feeds them - they should not bite
I've gotta get myself a bigger better version of this self deflating burden
Never end up poor
I'm gonna put the world to right
I'm gonna end this messed up plight
Stand together we can break this man machine
Thinking about it
I'm running my mouth with nothing to say
And my liver's paying for the rainy days
There's no doubt about it
The devil's dancing on my chest
And I cannot shake him off but I try my best
Thinking about it
I'm running my mouth with nothing to say
And my liver's paying for the rainy days
There's no doubt about it
The devil's dancing on my chest
And I cannot shake him off but I try my best
Ten Feet Small - Nora's Not Dead Lyrics
Ten Feet Small - Nora's Not Dead Lyrics
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Insinuation, wasted time chasing the dream
The trepidation of never knowing what might have been
All of the people spend their time working machines
Manipulated TV screens
I've gotta get myself a bigger better version of this self deflating burden
Never end up poor
I'm gonna put the world to right
I'm gonna end this messed up plight
Stand together we can break this man machine
Thinking about it
I'm running my mouth with nothing to say
And my liver's paying for the rainy days
There's no doubt about it
The devil's dancing on my chest
And I cannot shake him off but I try my best
The population says they can't take it no more
Percieving problems of hardship; never finding a cure
And the youths are told that their future's bright
The hand that feeds them - they should not bite
I've gotta get myself a bigger better version of this self deflating burden
Never end up poor
I'm gonna put the world to right
I'm gonna end this messed up plight
Stand together we can break this man machine
Thinking about it
I'm running my mouth with nothing to say
And my liver's paying for the rainy days
There's no doubt about it
The devil's dancing on my chest
And I cannot shake him off but I try my best
Thinking about it
I'm running my mouth with nothing to say
And my liver's paying for the rainy days
There's no doubt about it
The devil's dancing on my chest
And I cannot shake him off but I try my best
The trepidation of never knowing what might have been
All of the people spend their time working machines
Manipulated TV screens
I've gotta get myself a bigger better version of this self deflating burden
Never end up poor
I'm gonna put the world to right
I'm gonna end this messed up plight
Stand together we can break this man machine
Thinking about it
I'm running my mouth with nothing to say
And my liver's paying for the rainy days
There's no doubt about it
The devil's dancing on my chest
And I cannot shake him off but I try my best
The population says they can't take it no more
Percieving problems of hardship; never finding a cure
And the youths are told that their future's bright
The hand that feeds them - they should not bite
I've gotta get myself a bigger better version of this self deflating burden
Never end up poor
I'm gonna put the world to right
I'm gonna end this messed up plight
Stand together we can break this man machine
Thinking about it
I'm running my mouth with nothing to say
And my liver's paying for the rainy days
There's no doubt about it
The devil's dancing on my chest
And I cannot shake him off but I try my best
Thinking about it
I'm running my mouth with nothing to say
And my liver's paying for the rainy days
There's no doubt about it
The devil's dancing on my chest
And I cannot shake him off but I try my best
Writer: Ten Small
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