You can call me a madman but I'm spoken for
You can take my possessions, leaves me an open door
And the city has a way to make you forget
About half the stuff you love and things you don’t know yet
About the space that’s left where nobody talks
About the quiet on the path where nobody walks
When the road takes me to the other side of the world
Let a walnut tree replace me, give my body back to the birds
You can call me a madman, but I'm spoken for
Should I blame my profession or should I bless the war
And the city has a way to make you forget
About half the stuff you love and things you don't know yet
About the space that's left when nobody talks
About the quiet on the path where nobody walks
When the road takes me to the other side of the world
‘til the end decides to break me, I will put my hand on the word
I DIG THE BEARD... SOME OF MY CLIENTS HAVE BIG BUSHY BEARDS... WHEN I FIRST STARTED I WONDERED WHY THE HELL... NOW I KNOW WHY... AND IM TEMPTED TO DO THE SAME... TO DISSAPPEAR BEHIND A SHIELD OF HAIR... PRETTY SOON MOST PEOPLE WONT EVEN KNOW YOU ARE THERE...
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Well this dude sounds like he is both drunk and living in slow motion. Like he thinks his voice sounds cooler if it's slowed down by 30%. But in truth all it does is make the song seem longer.
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