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What Would You Do If I'm Not What I'm Supposed To Be (Live)

What Would You Do If I'm Not What I'm Supposed To Be (Live)

(album: Talk Music - 2006)

So I want to say thanks a lot. I've got one more tune for you, guys. It's called "What would you do if I'm not what I'm supposed to be". I've got a new album, it's called "Ozark Empire". Thanks a lot guys. My last song. Cheers.

The mirror always knows
The mirror always shows
Woh, the mirror always knows

I pull the pin off the grenade and toss it gently in the middle. Honey let's not kid ourselves, that's the devil with his fiddle. He's playing our song again, and it's starting to rub off. I clench my teeth to pass the pain, but my jaw is turning soft. This eagles eye view is killing it all for me. You've got full access to the heart, but all you do is break the key. You might be model, but are you willing to play your role. Buried deep inside that bottle is a window to the soul. And you have to tell me what it is that's so amazing. From the outside looking in it doesn't seem worth saving. You plea for bargains, mercy, grace, and all the rest, but I can't seem to give it to you, with this boulder on my chest. And I want it gone, but you won't take it anymore. Here's another string of words I've saved from the killing floor.

What would you think if I sang out of tune, would you stand up and walk out on me? What would you do if I'm not what I'm supposed to be? Lend me your ears and I'll sing you a song, and I'll try not to sing out of key. What would you do if I'm not what I'm not what I'm supposed to be?

Stress and life get packaged like forks and knives. One for destroying and another for stabbing insite. Just a few more miles with this plastic carrot in sight. I'm tired of pulling you suckers, but I'll do my job tonight. I stretch these old bones and take a good look at my reflection, but I can't see anything that's really worth a mention. Oh, there I am just a speck at the bottom, or more like a stain waiting to be forgotten. I'm an empty carcass, a hopeless case with a broken lock, but I'll be alright my skins thick like a wet blanket full of rocks. This is me, a reality, a skinless mess trying to hold it all together. Please don't let me be your goal, I'm a rusty car without leather. No sunroof, no fancy engine, and no cd. I'm all hubcaps, am/fm, and it costs extra if it's free. I will point at you, I will put you down. I will disappoint you every time I make these sounds. So leave now, forget me, save yourself instead. You are nothing. Love, the voice inside my head.

Voice inside my head

The mirror always knows
The mirror always shows
Woh, the mirror always knows

What would you think if I sang out of tune, would you stand up and walk out on me? What would you do if I'm not what I'm supposed to be? Lend me your ears and I'll sing you a song, and I'll try not to sing out of key. What would you do if I'm not what I'm not what I'm supposed to be?

I'm not... And I'll say, lend me your ears and I'll sing you a song, Such a pretty song. For you and me ... and me.

Thanks a lot, I've seen ya. Thanks so much for coming out tonight. Speak it loud. It's a lot. Peace.

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