Held within these walls
Counting cracks on their faces
(I) Stare in contest
Never yielding

I'm alone where you can find me
Expert lies keep me inside
You don't have to fear tonight
You're above the law

(Woah, ohh)
(Woah, ohh)

Walls could talk
Just give 'em lips
Photos don't know what the memory is
Take a look at the room
That's all it is
It'll never be this real again

And what I know
Is worth a thousand word's worth
Of burning pictures
Depicting nothing

If you ask me
I can tell you
So just ask me

If you ask me
I can tell you
I was miserable here
You can see it on my face

(But it's not the time) No, it's not the time
Nor quite the place (Not the place)
To be making these mistakes
I'm not feeling too level-headed right now
I might take a couple thousand seconds
To get my thoughts down
And regret it

Woah, ahh
Woah, ahh
And regret it, oh

Meadowlark

Stare In Contest

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@webcage

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I really hate the guts of the person who made this song. I better not meet them face to face or I will do something that I may regret. I would risk life in prison if it meant saying my mind about the person who made this song, and maybe speaking with my fists.

pronounced: mili - x - oh - uh

broken cables and bad mp3s

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@milixoa2 2nd alt sc

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