TV Song Nana Grizol
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Since the day I let you in
Feeling so cosmopolitan
Don't you know I tried so hard to make a home for you
Oh but my cupboard's mostly empty
And you always get upset
And now I'm working nights for nickels
Just to feed my favorite pit
I know it's easy to remind me of the things I haven't got
I'd be better if you left me here to rot
You say that it's a choice to make a message with my voice
But I'm on eggshells when I walk around the living room
Cause at the end of the day my nightly news is inundated with your views
I start to think there isn't nothing I can do
Cause you move mountains with your anger
You swell oceans when you're sad
And you start wars with your rejoicing
And you treated me so bad
There is a conflict here of interest
The interest isn't mine
I start to think about leaving you behind
Some definitions of our difference, once invented long maintained
Now someone's dying on a dance floor, you can say that we're the same but it's a lie
War machines and power dreams and racist, homophobic schemes can't orient themselves to give the people what they need
Feeling so cosmopolitan
Don't you know I tried so hard to make a home for you
Oh but my cupboard's mostly empty
And you always get upset
And now I'm working nights for nickels
Just to feed my favorite pit
I know it's easy to remind me of the things I haven't got
I'd be better if you left me here to rot
You say that it's a choice to make a message with my voice
But I'm on eggshells when I walk around the living room
Cause at the end of the day my nightly news is inundated with your views
I start to think there isn't nothing I can do
Cause you move mountains with your anger
You swell oceans when you're sad
And you start wars with your rejoicing
And you treated me so bad
There is a conflict here of interest
The interest isn't mine
I start to think about leaving you behind
Some definitions of our difference, once invented long maintained
Now someone's dying on a dance floor, you can say that we're the same but it's a lie
War machines and power dreams and racist, homophobic schemes can't orient themselves to give the people what they need
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