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I will try to write my heart away, let the tears wet these papers babe Down the hall with the refrigerator's light on my face I am nowhere near the genius of Taylor but oh how I wish I could be her successor Such big dreams for a man who uses AI for his songs But never did this writer's soul regret any of this I write my truth, the words I never get to say Bottle it all up, like Krakens pulling the sailors away Wishing I had a voice, envying Beethoven and Bach I hear it all now, words from my grave A legacy to brave Oh, oh, oh I will try to write my life in grey, let the colours wash my tears babe Down the mall with strangers in sight, full of grace I am nowhere near the genius of Charlie but oh how I wish I could hear the pitches well Such big dreams for a man who uses AI for his songs But never did this writer's soul regret any of this I write my truth, the words I never get to say Bottle it all up, like Krakens pulling the sailors away Wishing I had a voice, envying Beethoven and Bach I hear it all now, words from my grave A legacy to brave Oh, oh, oh Oh, oh, oh Let me write my truth, the words I never get to say Not fuck it all up, like Kaijus arising from the grave Wishing I had a voice, envying Mozart and Ed I hear it all now, words from my grave A legacy to brave Ghosts of the past come back to haunt my dreams Barricades of the millennials that I push with my dainty feelings All the lyricism I planted on the moon Just for it to explode and hit me straight in the eye Let me live it once, twice if all the ears connect the stars I'll swim with the sharks, from the Atlantic to the Pacific Oh, oh, oh Such big dreams for a man who uses AI for his songs But never did this writer's soul regret any of this I write my truth, the words I never get to say Bottle it all up, like Krakens pulling the sailors away Wishing I had a voice, envying Beethoven and Bach I hear it all now, words from my grave A legacy to brave I write my truth, the words I never get to say Bottle it all up, like Krakens pulling the sailors away Wishing I had a voice, envying Beethoven and Bach I hear it all now, words from my grave A legacy to brave Oh, oh, oh Oh, oh, oh