unhappy
unsettled
I pay rent but I've got no place to stay
unfulfilled
unsung
the louder I get, the less I am heard
chords and notes, the percussion of my teeth
it seems like there isn't a happy ending
I spend money when I eat, the money is made from trees
but I can't find two dimes to rub together
to be 23 feels like a dead end street
oh to be 23
chords and notes, the percussion of my teeth
it seems like there isn't a happy ending
I spend money when I eat, the money is made from trees
but I can't find two dimes to rub together
to be 23 feels like a dead end street
oh to be 23
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Behind the curtain lives a dancing giant. The life, times, and ideas of LFT's big guy.
About Me
- Latin For Charles
- I'm a musician, a songwriter, a liar, a fraud, a debtor, and a pretty cool dude.
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