This is the life and the soundtrack playing behind each memory
Back in the early days no future, no hope used to comfort me
Stare up at the sky through falling leaves and wondering Is my old friend right?
Is it just too god damn hard to live against?
When this record plays, the street composed a symphony for me
When this song breaks I'll never feel empty
I've spent my life searching far and wide for something real
All these moments I compile into composition books of mine
They feed me plenty solid lines long lost rhymes from long gone times
Plenty solid lines lines that I can steal
On harder days maintain a level of objective detachment while I'm riding on the bus
The sheer humanity of some people's situations makes me wanna ball my eyes out
Keep my headphones on nose buried in a book
There's a spot on the ceiling where I'll pretend to look
Don't get me wrong don't get me wrong I've lived so much since those days
Don't get me wrong don't get me wrong I'm taken back when this record plays
Spent my life searching far and wide for something real all these moments I compile into lines that I can steal Plenty solid lines I'm stealing from myself
Damage Done - Quantum Leap Lyrics
Damage Done - Quantum Leap Lyrics
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This is the life and the soundtrack playing behind each memory
Back in the early days no future, no hope used to comfort me
Stare up at the sky through falling leaves and wondering Is my old friend right?
Is it just too god damn hard to live against?
When this record plays, the street composed a symphony for me
When this song breaks I'll never feel empty
I've spent my life searching far and wide for something real
All these moments I compile into composition books of mine
They feed me plenty solid lines long lost rhymes from long gone times
Plenty solid lines lines that I can steal
On harder days maintain a level of objective detachment while I'm riding on the bus
The sheer humanity of some people's situations makes me wanna ball my eyes out
Keep my headphones on nose buried in a book
There's a spot on the ceiling where I'll pretend to look
Don't get me wrong don't get me wrong I've lived so much since those days
Don't get me wrong don't get me wrong I'm taken back when this record plays
Spent my life searching far and wide for something real all these moments I compile into lines that I can steal Plenty solid lines I'm stealing from myself
Back in the early days no future, no hope used to comfort me
Stare up at the sky through falling leaves and wondering Is my old friend right?
Is it just too god damn hard to live against?
When this record plays, the street composed a symphony for me
When this song breaks I'll never feel empty
I've spent my life searching far and wide for something real
All these moments I compile into composition books of mine
They feed me plenty solid lines long lost rhymes from long gone times
Plenty solid lines lines that I can steal
On harder days maintain a level of objective detachment while I'm riding on the bus
The sheer humanity of some people's situations makes me wanna ball my eyes out
Keep my headphones on nose buried in a book
There's a spot on the ceiling where I'll pretend to look
Don't get me wrong don't get me wrong I've lived so much since those days
Don't get me wrong don't get me wrong I'm taken back when this record plays
Spent my life searching far and wide for something real all these moments I compile into lines that I can steal Plenty solid lines I'm stealing from myself
Writer: Ryan Koreski
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