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Teksty: Yellowcard. How I Go.

I could tell you the wildest of tales
My friend the giant and traveling sales
Tell you all the times that I failed
The years all behind me, the stories exhaled

And I?m, drying out, crying out
This isn?t how I go?

I could tell you of a man not so tall
Who said, ?Life?s a circus, and so we are small.?
Tell you of a girl that I saw
I froze in the moment and she changed it all

And I?m drying out, crying out
This isn?t how I go
Hurry now, lay me down
And let these waters flow

Son, I am not everything you thought that I would be
But every story I have told is part of me

You keep the air in my lungs
Floating along as a melody comes
And my heart beats like tympani drums
Keeping the time while the symphony strums

And I'm drying out, crying out,
This isn't how I go.
Hurry now, lay me down
And let these waters flow
Let it flow, let it go...

Son, I am not everything you thought that I would be
But every story I have told is part of me
Son, I leave you now, but you have so much more to do
And every story I have told is a part of you