The story so far:
"My book of lyrics" -> (14 skipped) -> "ch. 5, prt. 5: lightning strikes" -> "ch. 5, prt. 6: T.E.A.M (To Everyone's Aloof Memory)"
ch. 5, prt. 7: smack you with a plastic duck
by dr3arms
smack you with a plastic duck
hear the hungry millions
at your doorstep
locked the windows
hear them fall
what more could I do
yet I saw you
your hunger in your eyes
I’m just thinking to myself
what the hell is life for
anyways
feel the tears of
all those lost in the wars
forget everything
there just toys
and yet there was something new
in your heart
from that moment
I loved you
I’m free as a bird
nothing keeping me down
thats what you heard
in the news
there a super guy flying around
in the nude
smack you with a plastic duck
wishing you almost
all the luck
smack you with a plastic duck
just thinking to myself
what the ****
why are we standing around here
what is our purpose
I’m drowning here
and though these feelings
went away
the dents are still here
from when I broke away
when I got over you
when I said to myself
I don’t know you
and are there millions out there on strike
from hunger
from famine
from war and like
whats this life for
what are demons
doing **** my door
smack you with a plastic duck
who gives a ****
let them clamber on
in the mighty wind
I’ll stand here still
watching you
walk away
and I’ll blink my eyes
there are no tears
I’ve laughed and cryed....
hear the hungry millions
at your doorstep
locked the windows
hear them fall
what more could I do
yet I saw you
your hunger in your eyes
I’m just thinking to myself
what the hell is life for
anyways
feel the tears of
all those lost in the wars
forget everything
there just toys
and yet there was something new
in your heart
from that moment
I loved you
I’m free as a bird
nothing keeping me down
thats what you heard
in the news
there a super guy flying around
in the nude
smack you with a plastic duck
wishing you almost
all the luck
smack you with a plastic duck
just thinking to myself
what the ****
why are we standing around here
what is our purpose
I’m drowning here
and though these feelings
went away
the dents are still here
from when I broke away
when I got over you
when I said to myself
I don’t know you
and are there millions out there on strike
from hunger
from famine
from war and like
whats this life for
what are demons
doing **** my door
smack you with a plastic duck
who gives a ****
let them clamber on
in the mighty wind
I’ll stand here still
watching you
walk away
and I’ll blink my eyes
there are no tears
I’ve laughed and cryed....
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