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Temple in Athens
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Temple in Athens
Verse:
Your scars don't make you a soldier
But you seem
To think they do.
You walk around, looking down,
Like you're so much older.
But we both know,
That isn't true.
Chorus:
But you're no god, you don't get
No temple in Athens
No
You're no god, you don't get
No temple in Athens
Athens
Cause you can climb up the mountains
And look at the marble
But you
Won't find your own face staring
Back at you.
No
You're no god you don't get
No temple in Athens
Athens
Verse:
Congrats
You got out of the hole
You've been stuck in
For so long.
Now you walk around
With your head held high
As if you're the only one
Who’s allowed to be strong
Chorus:
But you're no savior, you don't get
No religion named after you.
No
You're no savior, you don't get
No religion
Named
After you.
Sure you had your time on the cross
But you built it yourself
And you only had to stay there
As long as you
Wanted to.
No.
You're no savior, you don't get
No religion
Named after you
Bridge:
Oh you got out of it
Oh you're so strong
You can be proud of your battle wounds
But this has gone on far too long
Far too long
Chorus:
Because
You're no god, you don't get
No temple in Athens
No
No you're no god
You don't get no temple in Athens
Athens.
Sure you had your time on the cross
But you built it yourself
And you only had to stay there
As long as you
Wanted to.
No
You're no god
You don't get
No temple in Athens
Athens
Athens
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My Little Legs Can't Keep Up (The Bicycle Song)
I don't think it's supposed to feel like this
I'm so straightedge you can practically cut cheese
Off the sides of my wrists.
And sometimes I close my eyes,
And pretend I don't exist.
Count to ten
Run and hide,
And pretend,
Just for a moment,
That I'm still innocent
And the world
Has never,
Been too nice,
To girls like this,
Seventeen years old,
Still living like a to-do list.
and I never learned to ride a bicycle
No, I never learned to ride
All the other kids zoomed so far ahead
And my little legs
Can't keep up.
With this thing called love.
Sometimes I can't sleep
So I just stare up at the ceiling and the wall
And the wall.
And I'm trying so hard, not to think
Of every way I could lose it all.
So I think about the passing moments
And the swings you put me through
I keep pushing myself higher and higher
When all I really want is a push from you.
From you.
And the world
Has never
Been too nice
To girls like this,
17 years old,
And still haven't had
Their first kiss
And I never learned to ride a bicycle
No, I never learned to ride
And all the other kids glide so far ahead
in their cars and motorcycles
And my little legs,
can't keep up.
No my little legs,
Can't keep up
With this thing called love.
I'd like to say he can paint me
Any color that he likes
But it took me so long to find myself
And I won't lose her again this time.
And I know I'm not ready for love
And I'm aware I'm not ready for you
But it really does fuck me up
That life keeps bending this 'ol heart black and blue
And I feel like tearing on the walls
And screaming at the ceiling.
And I'd like to pretend that I could have it all.
If I stopped being so afraid that for once, I actually gave a fuck about another person's feelings.
I know you're gonna be
A really great dad someday.
And I know it's prolly years from now
But is there any chance, you'd wait for me?
Like you did, in the snow
Watching Cold wind February blow
But you stayed,
Still
By my side
Until the night
Let go
In the next few days,
You'll pester me about all I don't know
Because you know just how to make me crazy.
And I'll make fun of your favorite songs just so you'll blow,
And you'll complain that I'm too fucking lazy.
The days will turn to months and weeks
But I'll keep my heart under locks close to me
Bundled up in all the words I know
I'll never speak.
And in the end I'll just let my heart sink like the heaviest stone
Because loving you, like growing up,
Is a solitary process,
I've gotta do it alone
I don't think it's supposed to feel like this
I'm so straightedge you can practically cut cheese
Off the sides of my wrists.
And sometimes I close my eyes
And pretend I don't exist
Count to ten
Run and hide
And,
Pretend,
Just for a moment,
That I'm still innocent.
And sometimes I close my eyes
And
pretend I don't exist.
Count to ten,
Run and hide,
And
Pretend,
Just for a moment,
Because I'm still,
Innocent.
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Rebecca Karpen New York, New York
I play baritone ukulele and cry a lot.
Go figure.
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