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v1.
They call me atlas when I'm at this cause I carry this weight
You see me stuggle as I stride, you see right in my gate
But I never I try to hide it, I'm explicit and true
Directly ping you with the facts, and I do it two
Seconds, so I reckon that I'm probably cursed now
The worst now, like I'm there, snatching your purse now
Except it's trust that I grift like a confidence man
Cause I'm confident man, that I'm more competant than
Anyone that you ever met on the face of this planet
But I manage to be stable like I'm composed of granite
And yet neurotically able to compose yarns and fables
Like an advice program streaming over your cable
Even damaged I yield more than you deal so I heal
Plus I feel the appeal of the ill-gotten meal
But I push you all forward, make you like unto wheels
I pray this skill ain't fiction that it's actually real
ch.
Our warmth envelops and nutures
And thus develops these searchers
Ascending up and transcending
Into the realm neverending
We've mended all the trangressions
Pulled smiles out from the depressions
Ascending up and transcending
Into the realm neverending
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v2.
But the way I make connections, is by breaking deceptions
And I make no exceptions, to my exact perception
And the reception may be cold, but I'll promise to save
Your dreams, hopes and everything, though I cannot stave
The inevitable actions because I'm no one divine
Though your own satisfaction will be so easy to find
You've got a beautiful mind, and an elegant design
You never whine, and your modesty leaves people inclined
To trust you like you trust me, our actions are close
Shockingly similar beings, because both one of those
Old school sentimentalists - they don't make them like us
And no one dares to strike us, because it'd make the tyke's fuss
So dry your eyes, clear your mind and breath into the break
Cause can you take it the top, yeah I know you can make
Yourself into an idol, so authentic not fake
That earth itself quakes when left to spin your wake
credits
from Romance Language 2,
released December 1, 2009
Written, performed, recorded, mixed and produced by Karl Olson. Copyright 2009 Karl Olson, all rights reserved.