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• Artiste: Greg Salwen
• Titre: Let's Get Inspired
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Let's get inspired I just want to be happy for a week And shine a light on the dark side of my perspective I want to be guaranteed that all my friends like me And not let anything upset this And it's not that everything's not okay It's just that it could be better And it's not that everything's not okay And I'm sick of looking for the answer in old text books and sheets of paper In notes we passed during class and looks I gave you from your doorway And if there's something you could say Well, let's be honest with ourselves Don't be afraid to offend, cause I'm used to being let down Let's be honest with ourselves Let's be honest with the world Let's get inspired I just want to have all the time to play And I want everyday to be the weekend I want to be guilt-less for a week And disregard everyone's feelings And it's not that everything's not okay It's just that it could be better And it's not that everything's not okay I want to look into the mirror and not see specks or wasted years Only a deepest satisfaction like the smiles you give me from your doorway And if there's something on your mind Well let's be honest with each other Don't be afraid if it comes out wrong, you can blame it on your father Let's be honest with ourselves Let's be honest with the world Let's get inspired I just want hormones to drag my soul away Into the road where it's run over I want to be free from the illogic's of my love And the chains of mono-devotion And it's not that everything's not okay It's just that it could be better And it's not that everything's not okay And I'm tired of always knowing the future or lack of which I have to butcher The endless race for a purest winter, the longing for some perfect closure And the moment when I think I'm better, the sky it spits onto my feathers I try and fly into the weather, but some unknown universally figure Just doesn't want this to get any better I guess I'm spoiled With this unknown amount of happiness I always wanted to end a song on a sour note I always wanted to end a song on a sour note