Like Then
I wish that my voice
Was pretty enough
To make the truth something
You wanna hear
But my ugly mouth
And my nasal tones
Sit here alone
Building castles for moles
With gallons of blood
Waiting on sweat and tears
If not that's alright
Anything you like
The sands of my time
Warm from the hands
They fall through
Was pretty enough
To make the truth something
You wanna hear
But my ugly mouth
And my nasal tones
Sit here alone
Building castles for moles
With gallons of blood
Waiting on sweat and tears
If not that's alright
Anything you like
The sands of my time
Warm from the hands
They fall through
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