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The cup is not half empty as pessimists say |
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As far as he's sees, nothing's left in the cup |
| [00:36.000] |
A whole cup full of nothing for him to indulge |
| [00:46.000] |
Since the voice of ambition has long since been shut up |
| [00:57.000] |
A singer, a writer, |
| [01:03.000] |
He's not dreaming now of going nowhere |
| [01:08.000] |
He gave heed to nothing |
| [01:14.000] |
And all that he was.... |
| [01:17.000] |
Is just a tragedy |
| [01:19.000] |
So he voyages in circles |
| [01:22.000] |
Succeeds getting nowhere |
| [01:30.000] |
And submits to the substance |
| [01:32.500] |
That first got him there |
| [01:41.000] |
Then in violent, frustration, |
| [01:45.000] |
He cries out to God or just no one |
| [01:50.000] |
Is there a point to this madness |
| [01:56.500] |
And all that he was.... |
| [01:58.000] |
Is just a tragedy |
| [02:02.000] |
He feels alone |
| [02:08.000] |
His heart in his hand |
| [02:10.000] |
He's alone |
| [02:13.000] |
He feels alone |
| [02:19.000] |
I feel.... |
| [02:27.000] |
Then on that last day he breaks |
| [02:36.000] |
And he stood tall |
| [02:40.000] |
Then he yelled, and he yelled |
| [02:46.000] |
(why world) |
| [02:47.000] |
Violent frustration(why world) |
| [02:52.000] |
He cries out to God or just no one(hate you, hate you) |
| [02:58.000] |
Is there a point to this madness(bye world) |
| [03:03.000] |
And all that he was is just a tragedy |
