Lyrics Plaything - Matthew and the Atlas
Give
me
a
reason
to
believe
what
I'm
hearing
'Cause
I
gotta
find
another
way
to
feel
it
You
don't
have
to
be
so
unkind
now
You're
a
passenger
tied
to
your
own
crowd
Rising
up
from
the
ground
like
a
battle
king
Lifting
up
on
a
breeze
like
a
bird's
wing
Are
we
just
another
one
of
your
playthings
Hanging
all
our
weight
on
a
shoe-string?
I've
walked
this
street
before
One
hundred
times
or
more
Yet
I
don't
know
what
for
I've
walked
this
street
before
I've
walked
this
street
before
Now
you
see
that
I'm
down
and
I'm
using
Now
to
try
and
find
another
way
of
choosing
Midnight
came
and
it
framed
in
the
vision
A
broken
image
of
a
life
refusing
So
give
me
a
reason
to
believe
what
I'm
hearing
'Cause
I
gotta
find
another
way
to
feel
it
You
don't
have
to
be
so
unkind
now
You're
a
passenger
tied
to
your
own
crowd
I've
walked
this
street
before
One
hundred
times
or
more
Yet
I
don't
know
what
for
I've
walked
this
street
before
I've
walked
this
street
before
I've
walked
this
street
before
One
hundred
times
or
more
Yet
I
don't
know
what
for
I've
walked
this
street
before
I've
walked
this
street
before
One
hundred
times
or
more
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