Songtexte IThoughtYouLookedFamiliar - Bones
                                                Walking 
                                                through 
                                                the 
                                                village, 
                                                hood 
                                                up 
                                                with 
                                                no 
                                                recognition
 
                                    
                                
                                                Compass 
                                                pointed 
                                                to 
                                                the 
                                                wind
 
                                    
                                
                                                Smoking, 
                                                walking, 
                                                never 
                                                winning
 
                                    
                                
                                                Long 
                                                sleeves 
                                                so 
                                                my 
                                                rings 
                                                don't 
                                                shine 
                                                in 
                                                the 
                                                sun
 
                                    
                                
                                                Young 
                                                skylit 
                                                wants 
                                                    a 
                                                dollar, 
                                                no 
                                                    I 
                                                never 
                                                needed 
                                                one
 
                                    
                                
                                                Acting 
                                                like 
                                                funds 
                                                fell 
                                                down 
                                                in 
                                                my 
                                                palms
 
                                    
                                
                                                Like 
                                                it 
                                                ain't 
                                                just 
                                                us, 
                                                like 
                                                I'm 
                                                not 
                                                just 
                                                Bones
 
                                    
                                
                                                Tryna 
                                                hit 
                                                my 
                                                phone, 
                                                all 
                                                you 
                                                get 
                                                is 
                                                tones
 
                                    
                                
                                                Socializing 
                                                is 
                                                what 
                                                    I 
                                                don't, 
                                                I'm 
                                                    a 
                                                never 
                                                let 
                                                it 
                                                go
 
                                    
                                
                                                1930's 
                                                trunk, 
                                                leave 
                                                the 
                                                cotton 
                                                sleeve 
                                                tight
 
                                    
                                
                                                My 
                                                floor 
                                                got 
                                                grain 
                                                and 
                                                the 
                                                sun 
                                                runs 
                                                the 
                                                lights
 
                                    
                                
                                                Vanderbilt 
                                                vision, 
                                                only 
                                                bitten 
                                                with 
                                                precision
 
                                    
                                
                                                Fountains 
                                                in 
                                                the 
                                                kitchen 
                                                spitting 
                                                while 
                                                the 
                                                chef 
                                                still 
                                                flipping
 
                                    
                                
                                                Still 
                                                death 
                                                twisted, 
                                                now 
                                                I'm 
                                                still 
                                                like 
                                                giving
 
                                    
                                
                                                But 
                                                    I 
                                                be 
                                                like 
                                                takin' 
                                                if 
                                                my 
                                                happiness 
                                                go 
                                                missing
 
                                    
                                
                                                Growing 
                                                up 
                                                    I 
                                                never 
                                                listened 
                                                now 
                                                they 
                                                wish 
                                                    I 
                                                would've 
                                                changed
 
                                    
                                
                                                Cause 
                                                every 
                                                word 
                                                spoken 
                                                falls 
                                                upon 
                                                of 
                                                arrangement
 
                                    
                                
                                                Opinions 
                                                turn 
                                                to 
                                                files
 
                                    
                                
                                                    I 
                                                never 
                                                ever 
                                                save 
                                                them
 
                                    
                                
                                                Views 
                                                turn 
                                                to 
                                                photographs
 
                                    
                                
                                                    I 
                                                never 
                                                ever 
                                                frame 
                                                them
 
                                    
                                
                                                Sesh
 
                                    
                                
                                                What?
 
                                    
                                 
                            1 TakeItFromMe
2 HowAboutThat
3 JustAnotherDayAtTheOffice
4 TheAnnexationOfPuertoRico
5 TryToStayInTheFrameThisTime (Feat. Xavier Wulf)
6 ComeListenToThisShit,IFoundMyUnclesOldWalkMan
7 Neoprene
8 IThoughtYouLookedFamiliar
9 TheMaritimeEnglandSuite (Interlude)
10 Biophony
11 ItsTheLittleThings
12 JazzDads,TakeOne
13 HimalayanSalt
14 TillTheVulturesCome
15 Chlorella
16 D-19
17 ModestGoals
18 Kale
19 ICanSeeMyHouseFromHere
20 HeySorry,IWasInTheShower
21 HereGoesNothing
22 TreeOfLife
23 Powder
24 ItAllComesTogetherInTheFinalAct
25 HelloFriend ThatStuffWillKillYa
26 TheHealingFields
27 ThisPartyReallyDied
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