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As performed by bob mould
As interpreted by matthew savoie
Is it a crime, to want to show your soul
Weve wasted our time, another black hole
This guide is not even lost, not even sure
Now find the disease or the cure
Has life lost all its glory and wonder
Sad tales are told again and again
Sleep toss and turn my old bed
What a tale, again and again
Now all the stories of the world could fit in a building
In a building high and wide
Well its filed under headdings
That no ones quite sure of
But lord knows that everyone tried
When the pen meets the paper
When the mind, it begins to stray
How a sould can lose its will to explain
Oh explain, again and again
Day after day, day after day, day after day.
Oh-- oh-- no no no...
We all cry once in a while
It doesnt fit well with your smile
But then are those tears, are they for real
Again and again its how you feel
If I was losing life, when picked from the ground
A nice arrangement for the occation
But when flowers when moved from place to place
Lose all meaning, dislocation, dislocation
Mmmmmm oh ah--- no now...
When a sleepless night
A flame attempts to spark us all
We might burn, candle light
A waste of time, another dead soul
If these walls around my soul could talk
The words would lose importance
Within these walls I hold
So hear these words
We all want to leave a mark somewhere
With those of us who feign to care
If all fortune its times we find a way
To build up these walls in time, to build up these walls in time.
Is it a crime?