Song two, written and recorded between 8 and 10:30 on The 4th of July.
lyrics
i admit defeat
I know when I am beat
even though I never took a swing
I know enough
but my lake of words dries up
I mouth the words, but I don't say a thing
I'm dying to
I know just what to do
but I just can't follow through
I'm dying, too
I'm dying to
say these things to you
there's no way you ever knew
I was dying to
my ears are plugged
I feel like I've been drugged
I'm twenty different guys
and none are me
but my eyes are clear
crystal crystal clear
that's the only sense that's left to me
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