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lyrics
With the crash of the cymbals I start to unwind
With past hopes of prettier pictures in mind
I don’t want to be rich, but I want to be rich in kind
Now I suffer the itch of the rash that I left behind
With the smack of the snare drum it can’t be denied
The bastard who burns his bridges is inside
I don’t want to be rich, but I want to be rich in pride
Now I suffer the itch of the rash that I left behind
I am growing tired
Losing touch with those admired
Doubting trusts and doucing fires
And waiting for something to ignite
With the boom of the bass drum I could beat these things
Turn over the twisted troubles within
I don’t want to be rich, but I want to be rich in grins
I don’t want to forget, I just want to start over again
I am growing tired – losing touch with those admired
Doubting trusts and doucing fires
And waiting for something to ignite
I don’t want to be rich, but I want to be rich
Waiting for something to ignite
Losing touch with those admired
credits
from Steven McKay,
released October 10, 2010
Written & arranged by Steven McKay
Copyright 2010 (SOCAN)
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