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Crown
02:16
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Now I'm tone deaf from one too many broken hearts
So I just scream out the words and hope the notes hit their marks.
All the right things, never even passed me by
I never saw them, they never saw me...
But I can guess why.
I am unpainted like a cheap pet store version of me
Porcelain, not marble, not even half of a pure breed.
I'm not looking for sympathy or empathy
I don't look to you to help find me,
I feel melancholic for who I used to be.
And that's something that I cant shake
That scares the shit out of me
I don't believe that I am nothing
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2. |
8 of Something
03:22
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You can give our cut to the next guys,
it was never part of the plan
to live out of anybody else's hands but our own.
Nobody ever warned us
that 'Pomp and Circumstance' would change
and be the soundtrack to the flash flood
to whip away the glory days.
And now my best memories are mold and water logged
the older I get, the further I get from the things I used to love.
You say 'grow up,'
I hear 'give in.'
You say you're growin up
I hear you're givin in.
Though we get lost or stumble
in the same spaces we've always been,
you are the lighthouse that guides me through the fog.
"So lean on me when you're not strong,
I'll be your friend, I'll help you carry on."
You left me
To pick it up
You say 'grow up,'
I hear 'give in.'
You say you're growin up
I hear you're givin in.
You know I've got your back
with what little I have left,
but my fangs just haven't come in yet.
Hindsight is only for regrets,
in my eyes I wouldn't change a thing.
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I fucking hate you
but that's ok, because I love someone else
So it sort of evens out that way.
All bullshit is cyclical,
we put peoples ghosts on pedestals,
only to be devastated that they don't comfort us
when we're at our lowest of lows.
I'm sinking down so low.
Can someone please vindicate this feeling?
I swear I'm not an asshole but I cant stop hating.
You're just another dead ringer
that went to art school,
well good for you...
This is just another case
of mistaken identity.
I mistook myself for someone else,
Someone better.
Can someone please vindicate this feeling?
I swear I'm not an asshole but I cant stop hating
Certain people for all the fucked up things
that they've said and done
to the ones that I love.
To the ones.
I ink and I yell
all the words I want to believe
I'll join my voice with yours
in times of greatest need.
(I've got friends in the attic,
I've got friends in the grave,
Ones that I see every god damn day.
I got friends that only show
at the weekend shows,
that's OK, that's just how it goes)
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Otto Mann Chicago, Illinois
Vince - Vocals
Nic - Guitar
Tinkey - Drums
Samuel - Bass
What started
as two acquaintances just coming together to play a house show, quickly turned into four dudes making music in a crowded dank basement in Chicago. Otto Mann is honest, open hearted, quick to temper and occasionally belligerently gushy. We write music for the kids we used to be and the idiots we've now become.
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