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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Braid
Braid
Performer
Bob Nanna
Bob Nanna
Vocals
Robert Nanna
Robert Nanna
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Atkinson
Atkinson
Songwriter
Bell
Bell
Songwriter
Roy Ewing
Roy Ewing
Lyrics
Broach
Broach
Songwriter
Nanna
Nanna
Songwriter

Lyrics

So frustrated that something complicated
Could hang over my head
On my first day back
And already I'm treading on unsteady ground
Strike me down or check me out
So elated, this soul so understated
Could be making eyes at me
But first I'll be
Another innocent victim looking for some
Sense of sympathy
In the middle of a state
The sorry story of a star
That goes, "Here's my heart"
It's a start, and if anything
We haven't seen everything
In the middle of a stage
There's a girl and a guitar
But there's your car
Have we forgotten who we are?
We haven't seen anything
So I'm told that Chicago's cold
Can't be cool as California
For the first time ever
I feel severed yet smooth removed
If you approve, check it out
Yeah
To what do I owe (yeah) this attention? (Yeah)
I'm only half of the reflection (yeah)
And the conversation goes (goes)
Oh, never mind
Oh, never mind
To what do I owe (yeah) this tension? (Yeah)
If deception's fine (yeah), then this is divine
Divine, divine, divine, divine
Divine, divine, divine, divine, divine
My first day back
And already I've settled on
My weak front
My weak front
My weak front
Written by: Christopher R. Broach, Damon Keith Atkinson, Robert Thomas Nanna, Roy Dean Ewing, Todd Lee Bell
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