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Bright Eyes - False Advertising

On a string I was held. The way that I move, can you tell? My actions are orchestrated from above. So I swing and I sway. Wave my hand. Kick my leg.

And it is always right with the music. "Until all that swinging starts to make you sick" For a song I was bought. Now I lie when I talk with a careful eye on thecue card. Onto a stage, I was pushed with my sorrow well rehearsed.

So give me all your pity and your money. Now. "We used to think that sound was something pure" If I could act like this was my real life and not some cage where I've been placed, then, I could tell you the truth like I used to and not be afraid of sounding fake. Now all that anyone is listening for are the mistakes. In a house, by myself, I hear the ice start to melt and watch rooftops weep for the sunlight. And I know what must change. Fuck my face. Fuck my name. They are brief and false advertisements for a soul I don't have. Something true I have lacked and spent my whole life trying to make up for. But I found in a song and in the people I love. They will lift me up out of darkness. And now my door, it stands open stands open. I am inviting everyone in. We will laugh. We're gonna
drink until the morning comes. That's what we are going to do. Come on!!

Por que existem certos artistas que conseguem retratar sua vida em apenas algumas palavras