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The Sound Your Life Makes - Jason Bajada
Keeping blows low
Slow and steady you win the race
Crying on your shoulder
Declared me your opponent late that day
An empire builds to break
When you're around it makes a sound
It carries me away
Oh my bones
Becoming weak
And brittle from the wrong wrong notes
The session player keeps repeating over
With a poker face
Like he's never heard of grace
It's not his fault
His poor paid job makes him hesitate
If I hide away would you come back to me
If I make my mind up naturally
We keep tearing out the pages
From the books we've read so many times
Looking for elation in other people's lives
Every new year consumed
With solutions we despise
But what's the point in trying
If you're always on my mind
Met my ghost
He taught me how to own up
To the little knives I'd thrown
You need your mother's love like
You need a home
Until the sound your life makes
Becomes your favourite place
It's all your fault
Just play your part
Listen to what they say
They say"oh my my"
"oh my my"
"oh my my"
"oh my my"
"oh my my"
"oh my my"
"oh my my"
If I hide away would you come back to me
If I make my mind up naturally
We keep tearing out the pages
From the books we've read so many times
Looking for elation in other people's lives
Every new year consumed
With solutions we despise
But what's the point in trying
Tell me what's the point in trying
Tell me what's the point in trying
If you're always on my mind
If you're always on my mind
If you're always on my mind
