Feed The Fire
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I used to dream I was a poster in a bedroom Or the pictures that get cut out of the fancy magazines Some tortured genius went to leave the planet too soon Living on champagne in the back of limousines Tryna feed the fire without really knowing why Tryna feed the fire while hoping that it dies ♪ Trading where I'm at for some future destination Working for attention I'll eventually resent Trying to ignore some of the darker implications Of smiling for the camera with my hands in wet cement Tryna feed the fire without really knowing why Tryna feed the fire while hoping that it dies Tryna feed the fire without really knowing why Tryna feed the fire while hoping that it dies ♪ There's someone in my reflection that's been haunting me my whole life There's a world outside my window I can barely even hear And I wonder to myself as I am straightening my bowtie How could I look so perfect on the screen and so awful in the mirror? ♪ Tryna feed the fire without really knowing why Tryna feed the fire while hoping that it dies Tryna feed the fire without really knowing why Tryna feed the fire while hoping that it dies Hoping that it dies Hoping that it dies Hoping that it dies I used to dream I was a poster in a bedroom Or the pictures that get cut out of the fancy magazines Some tortured genius went to leave the planet too soon Living on champagne in the back of limousines Tryna feed the fire without really knowing why Tryna feed the fire while hoping that it dies ♪ Trading where I'm at for some future destination Working for attention I'll eventually resent Trying to ignore some of the darker implications Of smiling for the camera with my hands in wet cement Tryna feed the fire without really knowing why Tryna feed the fire while hoping that it dies Tryna feed the fire without really knowing why Tryna feed the fire while hoping that it dies ♪ There's someone in my reflection that's been haunting me my whole life There's a world outside my window I can barely even hear And I wonder to myself as I am straightening my bowtie How could I look so perfect on the screen and so awful in the mirror? ♪ Tryna feed the fire without really knowing why Tryna feed the fire while hoping that it dies Tryna feed the fire without really knowing why Tryna feed the fire while hoping that it dies Hoping that it dies Hoping that it dies Hoping that it dies I used to dream I was a poster in a bedroom Or the pictures that get cut out of the fancy magazines Some tortured genius went to leave the planet too soon Living on champagne in the back of limousines Tryna feed the fire without really knowing why Tryna feed the fire while hoping that it dies ♪ Trading where I'm at for some future destination Working for attention I'll eventually resent Trying to ignore some of the darker implications Of smiling for the camera with my hands in wet cement Tryna feed the fire without really knowing why Tryna feed the fire while hoping that it dies Tryna feed the fire without really knowing why Tryna feed the fire while hoping that it dies ♪ There's someone in my reflection that's been haunting me my whole life There's a world outside my window I can barely even hear And I wonder to myself as I am straightening my bowtie How could I look so perfect on the screen and so awful in the mirror? ♪ Tryna feed the fire without really knowing why Tryna feed the fire while hoping that it dies Tryna feed the fire without really knowing why Tryna feed the fire while hoping that it dies Hoping that it dies Hoping that it dies Hoping that it dies I used to dream I was a poster in a bedroom Or the pictures that get cut out of the fancy magazines Some tortured genius went to leave the planet too soon Living on champagne in the back of limousines Tryna feed the fire without really knowing why Tryna feed the fire while hoping that it dies ♪ Trading where I'm at for some future destination Working for attention I'll eventually resent Trying to ignore some of the darker implications Of smiling for the camera with my hands in wet cement Tryna feed the fire without really knowing why Tryna feed the fire while hoping that it dies Tryna feed the fire without really knowing why Tryna feed the fire while hoping that it dies ♪ There's someone in my reflection that's been haunting me my whole life There's a world outside my window I can barely even hear And I wonder to myself as I am straightening my bowtie How could I look so perfect on the screen and so awful in the mirror? ♪ Tryna feed the fire without really knowing why Tryna feed the fire while hoping that it dies Tryna feed the fire without really knowing why Tryna feed the fire while hoping that it dies Hoping that it dies Hoping that it dies Hoping that it dies
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- Duration
- 05:57
- Tempo
- 121 BPM