Song by Bright Eyes<br /><br>
There's a voice on the phone<br>
telling what had happened,<br>
some kind of confusion<br>
more like a disaster.<br>
And it wondered how you were left unaffected,<br>
but you had no knowledge.<br>
No, the chemicals covered you.<br>
So a jury was formed<br>
as more liquor was poured.<br>
No need for conviction,<br>
they're not thirsting for justice.<br>
But I slept with the lies I keep inside my head.<br>
I found out I was guilty.<br>
I found out I was guilty.<br>
But I won't be around for the sentencing,<br>
cause I'm leaving<br>
on the next airplane.<br>
And though I know that my actions are impossible to justify<br>
they seem adequate to fill up my time.<br>
But if I could talk to myself<br>
like I was someone else,<br>
well then maybe I could take your advice,<br>
and I wouldn't act like such an asshole all the time.<br>
<br>
There's a film on the wall,<br>
makes the people look small<br>
who are sitting beside it,<br>
all consumed in the drama.<br>
They must return to their lives once the hero has died.<br>
They will drive to the office<br>
stopping somewhere for coffee,<br>
where the folk singers, poets and playwrights convene,<br>
dispensing their wisdom,<br>
Oh dear amateur orators.<br>
<br>
They will detail their pain<br>
In some standard refrain.<br>
They will recite their sadness<br>
Like it's some kind of contest.<br>
Well, if it is, I think I am winning it,<br>
All beaming with confidence<br>
as I make my final lap.<br>
The gold medal gleams<br>
so hang it around my neck<br>
cause I am deserving it:<br>
the champion of idiots.<br>
<br>
But a kid carries his walkman on that long bus ride to Omaha.<br>
I know a girl who cries when she practices violin.<br>
Cause each note sounds so pure, it just cuts into her,<br>
and then the melody comes pouring out her eyes.<br>
Now to me, everything else, it just sounds like a lie.<br>
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