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When I was younger I’d be walking through the rain
Probably going to a party where nobody knew my name
I paid to get inside to feel awkward and strange
Hanging from the wall like a piece of art without a frame
Now the music was loud enough to hear from outside of the house
Like the sound was crawling out of the ground
Then it was joined by the noise of the crowd
A mosaic of voices that escaped from the universe’s beautiful mouth
I knew that this was how I wanted to feel forever
Whenever I could be wherever people come together
Mixin’ up the purpose with the nerves and pressure
Reminiscing on a better day I don’t even remember
Fallin’ down tryin’ to chase validation
Exaggerated bow from the clown on the stage
And I’m yearnin’ for connection please turn your attention
This an invitation to my intervention
Yoni Wolf:
I yearn I need something but I don’t know what it is
I’ve lived a little life of if only now it’s time to give in
I yearn I need something but I can’t tell what it is
Blown out or thoughts on the faultline all day
I’d rather be the breeze than an earthquake
Sean:
I wanna believe I’d still do this
Even if no one approved I hope i never have to prove it
Make no mistakes I’m cool with losing myself
In somebody else’s music the moment I feel the movement
I function with no interruption while I shelter
Underneath a song structure on the corner of the culture
Made a promise to myself that when I’m on my last breath
I’ll remember it was you gave me life after death
I wanna dedicate this to who’s listenin
Just to let you know how much it’s rooted in addiction
Ever since my first hit I felt that passion
And I've been all across the map tryin’ to pet that dragon
I’m yearnin for external support and reinforcement
Put your hands together to determine my importance
There’s no armor that can offer you protection from rejection
No exceptions, I need to feel acceptance
Yoni Wolf:
I yearn I need something but I don’t know what it is
I’ve lived a little life of if only now it’s time to give in
I yearn I need something but I can’t tell what it is
Blown out or thoughts on the faultline all day
I’d rather be the breeze than an earthquake
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