Island Of The Misfit Boy taby ukulele według Front Porch Step

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I love to sleep cause I pretend that I'm dead,
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But I hate waking up cause it's hard to forget,
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That I've lost all control of this life I've held so dear.
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And I wait for the bus but I'm not on the bench,
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I'm just spread across the ground making friends with cement,
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And I hope the bus won't miss me when it comes my way.
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Well I made a few jokes but they said they weren't funny,
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I tried to force a smile but they said it was ugly,
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I tried to make a friend but no one was a friend to me.
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Poured my heart to a girl and it went on the floor,
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I asked her what she wanted and she said she wanted more,
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I tried to find a lover, all I found was an enemy.


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I stand in front of the mirror and look at myself,
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I don't make a sound by my eyes scream out help,
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And I start to struggle to hold myself back,
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From thrusting my head straight through the fucking glass.
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And I'm tired of falling for girls that don't care,
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And breaking my back to try to make them aware,
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That I'm more than depressed, and there time won't be wasted,
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But I am just a broken boy that no one wants to play with.

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Now I'm lost in this hole and I'm sure I am stuck,
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And I can't run away cause I'm lazy as fuck.
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So I sit on the floor and gather my thoughts,
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And they're full of broken promises that only piss me off.
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Well I lost control when I only a boy,
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The world taught me angst when I deserved joy.
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Now I'm breaking down as I struggle to breath,
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Cause I believe in a god who won't believe in me.

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I stand in front of the mirror and look at myself,
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I don't make a sound by my eyes scream out help,
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And I start to struggle to hold myself back,
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From thrusting my head straight through the fucking glass.
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And I'm tired of falling for girls that don't care,
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And breaking my back to try to make them aware,
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That I'm more than depressed, and there time won't be wasted,
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But I am just a broken boy that no one wants to play with.