Songtexte Details in the Fabric (Demo) - Jason Mraz

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Hey, what's up? Uh
I lo-, I just lost it
It finally hit me, I flipped 'em off
I just blew up, fuck it
My whole entire fucking apartment building
I told everybody to go fuck themselves
The whole, ah, man
I'm having a hard time hanging on today and uh
Fuck it, I dunno

Calm down
Deep breaths
And get yourself dressed
Instead
Of running around
Pulling on your thread and
Breaking yourself up
If it's a broken part, replace it
If it's a broken heart, then face it
If it's a broken heart, then face it

And hold your own
Know your name
Go your own way
Hold your own
And know your name
Go your own way
And everything
Will be fine

Hang on
Help is on the way
And stay strong
I'm doing everything

To hold your own
To know your name
So you can go your own way
Hold your own
Know your name
Go your own way
And everything
Will be fine
Everything

Are the details in the fabric?
Are there things that make you panic?
Are your thoughts results of static cling?
Are there things that make you blow?
Hell, no reason; go on and scream
If you're shocked, it's just the fault of faulty manufacturing
Everything will be fine
Everything in no time
Everything

Hold your own
Know your name
Go your own way
Hold your own (are the details in the fabric?)
Know your name (are there things that make you panic?)
Go your own way (are your thoughts results of static cling?)
Hold your own (are the details in the fabric?)
Know your name (are there things that make you panic?)
Go your own way (is it Mother Nature's sewing machine?)

Hold your own (are there things that make you blow?)
Know your name (hell, no reason; go on and scream)
And go your own way (if you're shocked, it's just the fault of faulty manufacturing)
Everything (everything)
Everything (will be fine)
Everything (everything)

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Yo, what's up, man?
I, uh- I dunno, man
I just wanted to say that, uh
You know, everything's cool with me now
I mean, everything -thing will always be funky
You can't stop being funky

But it's, uh, I guess, um
You just deal with it how it comes
You deal with the humps and take the jumps
I feel like you're an island of reality
In an ocean of diarrhea
And I love you, buddy
Okay, bye