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MATT NATHANSON >> Merchandise Links
MATT NATHANSON
My idols are cracking and breaking apart piece by piece I brush their dust off my pedestal and through the cloud I've kicked up I can just make out your face In a world of plastic people, I know You're real I'm just a confused child, a ball of raw emotions shouting my hollow threats at you I'll kick and I'll scream and I'll call you names But when my storm blows over you ll always hold me the same In a world full of bullshit emotions, I know you feel I can fall far away from my judgments I can fall far away from my ignorance When you cradle me in your arms In a world of plastic people, I know You're real In a world of bullshit emotions, I know you feel Under blankets, under the shelter of your skin, you warm me from within I never want to leave your arms for this long again.
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