Who Im Singin To

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Step 1: You write a simple chorus. Don't you bore us with an intro or a clever little verse
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Step 2: stop pretending there's some kinda of formula for making it, I've never been so sure
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Only time will tell me if I'm something, if I'm cursed or if I'm cunning, if I'm talented or stale
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‘Cause every song is an attempt to just impress you, it's an educated guess to light a bulb or ring a bell

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And here I am as I cut corners on a left turn up a sentimental street
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And all I do I do to make my parents proud of who I am or who I'm 'bout to be
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Yeah, here I am, gotta hand it to me, I can write a tune
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I guess success just still depends on who I'm singing to

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Been working hard, feeling tense, worrying about my fashion sense
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Since when do I give up an inch to incidental tackiness?
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I'm disoriented, so distracted from my bit
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But should I fight to force the issue when I'm out of lubricant
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To help this? To help my words come easy, to help to ease the heat we
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Generate from friction, wishin' inspiration wouldn't treat me
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Like I'm a leper, build me right up to the edge
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Of a legend just to pull back leaving fame inside my head
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I'm at an open mic, feeling like that token guy
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"Please buy my CD, it's worth 10 dollars but I'll take a five"
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There's so much talent balanced on a rusty knife
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Can I compete with guys who have been playing their entire lives?
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For I am tied to mind my manners and my language
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‘Cause “heck”'s the only exclamation I can get away with
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‘Cause my grandma's gonna listen to this and I still refuse
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To sway her sweet opinion of me or lose her approval
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But it'd be nice to emphasise the weight of what I say
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Tell me which one will convince you that I'm finally okay; I'm Okay or I'm Goddamn Okay?

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And here I am as I cut corners on a left turn up a sentimental street
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And all I do I do to make my parents proud of who I am or who I'm 'bout to be
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Yeah, here I am, gotta hand it to me, I can write a tune
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I guess success just still depends on who I'm singing to

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I'm not a gambler but I bet you're esoteric
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Tearing down these local artists as too poppy or generic
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It's apparent you regard your judgement in such high esteem
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But it's as welcome as Americans as tourists overseas, I'm seeing
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I'm seeing people asking where they go to find my stuff
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And yeah I'm up on iTunes next to every band with 30 bucks
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A dozen albums sold, to me it's like a treasure
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But I guess I'm far from Guinness, I'm not setting any records
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I'm making Indie music that may never top the charts
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But like the greatest chefs'll tell you, my fanbase is getting larger
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I'm half a hermit, introverted if I'm honest
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The fact I'm here's a testament to how badly I want it
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‘Cause I, I've no aversion to searching, to look and wonder
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Or to try out different styles or to leave my zone of comfort
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‘cause I can flirt with burning candles but they'll either all extinguish
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Or they'll blacken all my fingers ‘til I lose all sense of feeling, I like
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I like my girls like I like my schedule: Hectic
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I like beauty, smarts and talent but that order's alphabetic
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I'm a sucker for an independent girl who needs her space
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Because I used to cling like static back when I was a teenager
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I may never recapture the happiness of that first love
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'cause I was unaware of what a heartache really was
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So now I guard a little harder, lusting for a crush
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And I can see it's so unhealthy when it bubbles up at once
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I'm not breaking any ground, I think this problem's pretty ancient
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It's the fabric of a classic passed down every generation
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So to summarise this song for all the people that've been watching this;
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Find another artist if you don't like stream of consciousness

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And here I am as I cut corners on a left turn up a sentimental street
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And all I do I do to make my parents proud of who I am or who I'm 'bout to be
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Yeah, here I am, gotta hand it to me, I can write a tune
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I guess success just still depends on who I'm singing to

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