Tytuł: Achin' To Be

• Wykonawca: Pinhead Gunpowder
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Well she's kind of like an artist
  Sittin' on the floor
  She never finished, she abandons
  Never shows a soul
  
  And she's kind of like a movie
  Everyone rushes to see
  And no one understands it
  Sitting in their seats
  
  She opens her mouth to speak and
  What comes out's a mystery
  Thought about, not understood
  She's achin' to be
  
  Well she dances alone in nightclubs
  Every other day of the week
  People look right through her
  Baby doll, check your cheek
  
  And she's kind of like a poet
  Who finds it hard to speak
  The poems come so slowly
  Like the colours down a sheet
  
  She opens her mouth to speak and
  She closes her eyes to see
  Thought about, not understood
  She's achin' to be
  
  Well I've been achin' for a while now, friend
  I've been achin' hard for years
  
  Well she's kind of like an artist
  Who uses paints no more
  You never show me what you're doing
  Never show a soul
  
  Well I saw one of your pictures
  There was nothing that I could see
  If no one's on your canvas
  Well, I'm achin' to be
  
  She closes her mouth to speak and
  Closes her eyes to see
  Thought about and only loved
  She's achin' to be
  Just like me