Not really sure why I wrote this one, I just did:)
c'est matière d'opinion
There is so much to do
so much to see
I already know
it's one times too many
I look back on you
extrude through and breathe
I want to think
I'm going to be ready
in the midst of the pain
they help me dull it
intro
Nothing to say
I will not hear
I already know
It's not what you know
You cross your arms
hold up your heart
give thanks for your work
build up your guard
in the midst of your struggle
they help you to bear it
The petty white coats
the pretty red rose
the thorny young heart
and the spirit it grows
whispering prayers
afraid to speak
scarring your soul
fathering your needs
one two three four
oh you know
offer your sacrifice
even though you're oh so sure
Drop to your knees
and share your please
blasé fair
or whatever it says
Cm# G#m F#m
au contraire mon ami
c'est matière d'opinion
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