Albert Einstein
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Lyrics
How do you connect with anyone around you When I hurt about the way that people are in the middle Falling out of conversations I'm writing But i'm not sure who we're supposed to be In the middle; falling out of conversations I'm writing philosophies on misanthropy In the middle; we're falling out of I'll write you when I get home And know where I'm supposed to be It's too bad all the stories we made up Where they came from was pure fiction I'm tired of this scene And I'm a bet that says no good Hemingway Gets drunk and writes Something bad about me Well why do I care, it's your life and I've no say
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Song Details
- Duration
- 01:56
- Key
- 7
- Tempo
- 93 BPM