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Crumb – So Tired lyrics
[Verse 1]
When I was sixteen I learned to sing, I learned to sing
But every time I raise my voice inside I feel so tired
I feel like the world is filled with people who can't hear themselves speak
Somber silence over takes my mind, I can't find time to use my
[Chorus]
Chasing the daylight, I'm riding the train
Trying to stop but this feeling remains
Chasing the daylight, I'm riding the train
Trying to stop but this feeling remains
[Verse 2]
I can hear my voice inside me moving cracking every day
My mother told me it's not in your head, it's running through your veins
So get into the game she said, resist the pain don't go insane
But I'm already crazy don't you know, that's why I got to go down
[Chorus]
Chasing the daylight, I'm riding the train
Trying to stop but this feeling remains
Chasing the daylight, I'm riding the train
Trying to stop but this feeling remains
When I was sixteen I learned to sing, I learned to sing
But every time I raise my voice inside I feel so tired
I feel like the world is filled with people who can't hear themselves speak
Somber silence over takes my mind, I can't find time to use my
[Chorus]
Chasing the daylight, I'm riding the train
Trying to stop but this feeling remains
Chasing the daylight, I'm riding the train
Trying to stop but this feeling remains
[Verse 2]
I can hear my voice inside me moving cracking every day
My mother told me it's not in your head, it's running through your veins
So get into the game she said, resist the pain don't go insane
But I'm already crazy don't you know, that's why I got to go down
[Chorus]
Chasing the daylight, I'm riding the train
Trying to stop but this feeling remains
Chasing the daylight, I'm riding the train
Trying to stop but this feeling remains
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