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Sometimes Making songs for a living Feels like living to make songs And sometimes I get an uneasy feeling That I'm doing something wrong Cause nothing really feels like home And I just want to be alone Calculate the hours till the power in the well goes dry I'm watching as the stage goes black How long until we all go back To being nothing at all Nothing but a spark in someone's eye Am I giving all that I can give Am I earning the right to live By looking in a mirror There's nothing more sincere than selfish art Sometimes When I've got nothing to say I think breaking a heart Could maybe be the start of some new page And sometimes I play a couple war games Using live ammunition Letras de cancionesSo I can fix what I'm missing Most of my songs are true Most of my songs are due to some broken people So I could write a single I'm watching as the stage goes black How long until we all go back To being nothing at all Nothing but a spark in someone's eye Am I giving all that I can give Am I earning the right to live By looking in a mirror There's nothing more sincere than selfish art I'm watching as the stage goes black How long until we all go back To being nothing at all Nothing but a spark in someone's eye Am I giving all that I can give Am I earning the right to live By looking in a mirror There's nothing more sincere than selfish art There's nothing more sincere than an empty heart There's nothing more sincere than who we are Than who we are From Letras Mania