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An old bum pushes a shopping cart that he stole form Winn Dixie parking lot It's 1:00 a.m. and I'm on my way home I left there before it came to shouts just in time to see him spit his apple out Left your door and made a bee-line for my own I tell you it's alright but I'm thinking fuck you anyway You blame me for making promises and I blame me for ever believing a word you'd say I got what I need but it's not with you and for what I want I don't have the nerve So I guess again it will comes down to I got what I deserved. Don't be afraid just look around Go on and say it it's just a breath with a sound And don't be afraid to fall When we're on the shoulders of giants after all You smile as if I had nothing better to do as if you were one of the chosen few Letras de cancionesas if there were nothing cooler than you Still I know you by touch and I know you by smell And I know you by ways to vulgar to tell I guess I know you a little all too well so that smile is fitting for you Don't be afraid just look around Go on and say it it's just a breath with a sound And don't be afraid to fall When we're on the shoulders of giants after all I don't sleep with my politics I choose not to hate 'Cause I don't wear my heart where my knees separate It's crotch propaganda bat for both teams and it's me not choosing sides standing in between An old bum pushes a shopping cart each notices the other and jumps with a start It's 2:00 a.m. and I've found my way home Well it's giants in slumber but it's sleep that won't stay It's singing harps that got away And I fold my body to fit this furniture hit the lights and call it a day From Letras Mania