Like I Can, by Cutie In A Death Cab
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You can't do it like I can.
I can sleep like a bear.
You can't do it like I can.
I can sit all day and stare.
This world is just fucked,
and when you look around you'll see.
But not many have the talent
to screw up as bad as me.
You can't do it like I can.
I can run right off the tracks.
Then drag myself back up,
and again fall on my back.
You can't do it like I can.
I can die but manage to keep breathing.
My heart is black and full of holes,
but still it keeps on beating. |
Posted: 2005-09-05 03:28:09 UTC |
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