Sounds like Beck, The Shins, The Police
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I won't take a pound of flesh from your side.
Can't hide my tears in public with both eyes open
wide. Nobody in the room could understand what I
mean, And nothing I do amounts to more than small
hills of beans.
The bloom is off the rose, but I still smell fine.
Take what you need from here, but please don't
take mine. Running it through my head with no more
places to scour. I leave 'em there to keep my
grapes from tasting so sour.
Wipe the smile off of my face. Cuz my mouth is a
waste of space. When I'm put into my place. I'll
play it safe, I won't number days.
I'm pleased as punch, but still my feet move too
slow. I'm smack bang in the middle, with three
tantrums to throw. I pull out my teeth, so now I'm
ready to crack a smile, And you will be laughing
when I miss it by half a mile.
You could never make my day. but i'll get through
the night i pray. Am I dead or did I hit the hay?
My head's out of whack, so please cut me some
slack.
Out of steam, out of luck I'm all done. I scan
this hell hole for a place in the sun.
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