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POSTGRAD
02:26
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How'm I supposed to find the one and only
If I'm falling off the grid?
Makes me want to cry
Makes me want to die
Man, a dollar's a whole lot smaller
Than when I was just a kid
Makes me want to cry
Makes me want to die
Taking ill of bad advice
Makes me want to cry
Doing time to pay the price
Like until I die
I'm the strangest stranger
Getting strange out in the strangest land
Makes me want to cry
Makes me want to die
Took the esoteric easy rider's
Empty open hand
Makes me want to cry
Makes me want to die
I am Wendy clicking shoes
Into a place that I'm not from
Nowhere to go
No one I know
Nothing to show
Will I ever be free?
Going to the biggest place
To get my picture took was dumb
No one I know
Nowhere to go
Nothing to show
Will I ever be free?
Makes me want to cry
Makes me want to die
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Me and my friends we got no words
We don't need them to understand
It plays like an awesome band
When one's got color in the head
Two's got music in the head
Three's got visions in the head
Of Freddy Mercury
Dancing to Queen
Inside your brain
All the livelong day
I'm half the Word away
A subjective world a way inside
My best friend forgot all his words
Did you need them to understand
Because you want him to understand
What's the color in your head
Through the music in your head
From the visions in your head
Of Freddy Mercury
Dancing to Queen
Inside your brain
All the livelong day
I'm half the Word away
A subjective world away inside my mind
I'm in a play inside a play
With or without grand design
I feel I've pulled apart in something
But I can't trust my own lines
Because I'm half the word away
In a play inside a play inside
My best friend
Has become my girl
Who honestly tries to understand
Not empathize with her biggest fan
Cuz the color in her head
And the music in her head
Plus the visions in her head
Of Freddy Mercury
Belong to her inside her brain
All the livelong day
Her mind
I'm half the Word away
A liturgic world away
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PUJOL Nashville, Tennessee
Website:
www.pujol.rocks
Email:
danielluccapujol@gmail.com
Booking:
Ericgilbert@theduckclub.com
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