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Chapters
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At your young age, all that matters
Are the people who look after you
Outside is another chapter
Loved ones at home all gathered
As time rolls on, life will be different
You’ll grow up to see what once was hidden
Your mistakes will be forgiven
You’ll learn to do what you didn’t
A little later, it’s time to learn
You’ll go to school and meet the others
They’ll show you how to discover
Away from home, your skin gets tougher
As time rolls on, life will be different
You’ll grow up to see what once was hidden
Your mistakes will be forgiven
You’ll learn to do what you didn’t
Someday you’ll leave your parents
Free to nurture independence
Find your role in this wild system
Save the world with all your brilliance
You’ll hit your stride
You’ll find yourself
You’ll be important
You’ll pursue wealth
You’ll become wise
You’ll be so tired
You’ll do your best
You’ll deserve rest
You’ll move on past
Social contracts
Accomplishments
Lose significance
At the end, all that matters
Are the people who look after you
Outside is an older chapter
Loved ones at home all gathered
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Nothing
05:00
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A man fades, nineteen eighty-eight
The nurse tells him it’s not safe
for his family to be there
For his final days in intensive care
Huddled outside a cold phone booth
They take turns saying I love you
His daughter last to say goodbye
“Stay on the line. Please stay on the line.”
The saddest story you’d ever hear
If it happened in other years
But it’s happening now and we feel nothing
What are we all becoming?
A headline in nineteen ten
Two hundred thousand children
Lost a parent to this plague
Their lives will never be the same
Printed faces in monochrome
The front page, a child alone
Mom and dad won’t return
What did she do to deserve
The saddest story you’d ever hear
If it happened in other years
But it’s happening now and we feel nothing
‘Cause if we did it’d be too crushing
Refugees in ninety-five
Four million disrupted lives
In just the first month of a war
Soon will be many more
The cable news shows them march
And risk their lives to flee from harm
Exhausted from the perilous trek
Who will give these people beds?
The saddest story you’d ever hear
In any other year
But it happened now and we feel nothing
Surreal emptiness this rough spring
In nineteen eighty, radicals invade D.C
Year two thousand three, mass murder at the grocery
Nineteen seventy-four, genocides around the world
Twenty eleven, an artist lost to depression
Nothing
Nothing
We feel nothing
We feel nothing
The saddest story you’d ever hear
If it happened in other years
But it happened now and we feel nothing
What are we all becoming?
The saddest story I’d ever hear
If it happened in other years
Why do I feel nothing?
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A Foreign Language
03:29
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I don’t have the words that do justice to myself
I don’t have the voice to sing my thoughts I want to tell you
I try to find a way to speak a language you can hear
But I know I’m often rambling unclear
I don’t know if you can tell how much I truly care
I try to leave you messages and breadcrumbs everywhere
Maybe when you pick them up you you’ll get a sense of how
I’m failing to convey the love I feel—love deep profound
I am lost in this story
Love’s a foreign language for me
I never learned to speak it
I don’t mean to keep secrets
I don’t hear the messages from my families
Neither from the ones I chose or the others who chose me
All the tries to to pick me up, to give me what I need
Landed flat when I dropped them at my feet
I am lost in this story
Love’s a foreign language for me
I never learned to read it
It’s kept from me a secret
I don’t know how to tell anybody
that I appreciate their vision of me
I don’t know how to say the simplest
Thing about my whole existence
I’m so grateful for my people
Why can’t I just be real
I am lost in this story
Love’s a foreign language for me
I never learned to speak it
I don’t mean to keep secrets
I am lost in this story
Love’s a foreign language for me
I never learned to speak it
I don’t mean to keep secrets
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