All along
Been picking up the pieces that I've
Broken
Now I stay asleep because
It's all wearing me out
A shift so small
And everything is crumbling
My heart
Petrified in front of me
It's all wearing me out
So help me
I don't know if I'm a man or a machine
Come on and help me
Because I just feel anything
I'm always breaking
I'm not the man I wanted to be
Time won't wait
My past is catching up with me
Realized
With sweet and simple alchemy
No more surprises
Always the same excuse
What more could I lose
Always the same excuse
Pushing the pulp right on through
Always the same excuse
It's not my place to choose
What more could I lose
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The Graduate - Alchemy Lyrics
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All along
Been picking up the pieces that I've
Broken
Now I stay asleep because
It's all wearing me out
A shift so small
And everything is crumbling
My heart
Petrified in front of me
It's all wearing me out
So help me
I don't know if I'm a man or a machine
Come on and help me
Because I just feel anything
I'm always breaking
I'm not the man I wanted to be
Time won't wait
My past is catching up with me
Realized
With sweet and simple alchemy
No more surprises
Always the same excuse
What more could I lose
Always the same excuse
Pushing the pulp right on through
Always the same excuse
It's not my place to choose
What more could I lose
Been picking up the pieces that I've
Broken
Now I stay asleep because
It's all wearing me out
A shift so small
And everything is crumbling
My heart
Petrified in front of me
It's all wearing me out
So help me
I don't know if I'm a man or a machine
Come on and help me
Because I just feel anything
I'm always breaking
I'm not the man I wanted to be
Time won't wait
My past is catching up with me
Realized
With sweet and simple alchemy
No more surprises
Always the same excuse
What more could I lose
Always the same excuse
Pushing the pulp right on through
Always the same excuse
It's not my place to choose
What more could I lose