Cameron Smith • Sur Duda - Paper Knife

Making new plans is a burden to a man
Fingers wrapped around a can in a pile
And here where we sit we can still shoot from the hip
But the horse and the bit are getting tired and worn
But this time not worn out for hire
It's torn, torn like a face is when it smiles
Still worn-- your face is cracking now

Sworn in to goals as the years will pass in droves
Finding seconds of repose among the dire
And every ones knows if you cannot keep your nose clean
You could always wash your soul off in a fire
And be reborn but this time born without a file
And it's warm yet no more warmer than the trials
Endure what you've been suffering through

Stroll into work with your methods unrehearsed
And the memories you have of all the time off
Scroll through the verse of a million meaningless words
That get spewed from the mouth, overgrown child
It hurts to see you crawl into the pyre
And it's worse to know my flame will be the lighter
It hurts but soon we'll all be ash

You'll never hear it again
You'll never see me again
If you don't want to
Not if you don't want to
We'll never be here again
It didn't happen my friend
We make our own truth
At least that's what we hope to do
La la la
What lie is love?

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Cameron Smith • Sur Duda

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