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Horace Pinker Pop Culture Failure

wasting all along wasting all along wasting time you knew so well wishing i was wrong but you knew all along and all the time you wouldn't tell knew

i can look until my eyes turn from brown to blue and pretend every girl that i see isn't you does it change a thing? we're hopelessly waiting for that

when it was just a little smile and words said i forget it's just a memory i can never regret enough to make it up our eyes met made me lose it's just

six miles left to run there's your smoking gun that leads me to the fact you've got no direction i've got a path to go unlike you have no goal i may

hanging on to the next overpass on this endless road i'm still hanging on to you i got my head caught up in the crowd emotions run on empty fuel i've

when i come around i think you better meet me halfway look around not a sound i have found not one reason a failure it's all i'll be it's a failure