Violin

By Amos Lee

Lately I, I've been headed

for a breakdown

Every time I leave my house

Well, it feels just like

a shakedown

Between the

street sweepers

and the pushers

are the lawyers

Who may as well

be butchers

Between the

small-timing hustlers

Who all

seem to feed upon

each other

Oh God, why you been

Hanging out

in that old violin

While I've been waiting

for you

To pull me through?

Lately I,

every time I try to lie down

Well, my mind

just gets away

I can't even

close my eyes now

Between the big fish,

ambition, and the lovers

Using words as ammunition

Between the wood planks

I've been pacing and this

Impossible dream

that I've been chasing

Oh God, why you been

Hanging out

in that old violin

While I've been waiting

for you

To pull me through?

Oh, God

Oh, God

Oh God, why you been

Hanging out

in that old violin

While I've been waiting

for you

To pull me through?

Oh, God

Oh, God

Oh, God

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