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There’s a flock that I must tend Where each looks the same as the next But there’s some that don’t belong And I’m smoking them out Still I’m afraid that it might hurt Cause they’ve all been with me since birth, An assignment that I wish I had declined I’ve been strung up in my belief, A humanism that does not apply to me That makes excuses for my knees Like I’ve been leaning on the inconsistencies There’s a cold that I must catch Living well in all that I’ve said And I feel it coming on Unless it’s all in my head But you were up at 2 AM Figuring out what it meant That all those sins were really sicknesses And nobody’s to blame Oh, if I could go an hour Without wondering what chapter I am in Letras de cancionesMaybe I’d find the plot There’s a flock that I must tend Grazing inside of my head But there’s some that don’t belong So I’m giving them hell. I’ve been strung up in my belief, A humanism that does not apply to me That makes excuses for my knees Like I’ve been leaning on the inconsistencies From Letras Mania