Helplessness Blues by Fleet Foxes

I was raised up believing
I was somehow unique
Like a snowflake distinct among snowflakes
Unique in each way you can see

And now after some thinking
I’d say I’d rather be
A functioning cog in some great machinery
Serving something beyond me

But I don’t … know what that will be

What’s my name, what’s my station
Oh just tell me what I should do
I don’t need to be kind to the armies of night

Or bow down and be grateful

To the men who move only in dimly-lit halls
And determine my future for me

And … I don’t know who to believe

If I know only one thing
It’s that every thing that I see
Of the world outside is so inconceivable
Often I barely can speak

If I had an orchard
I’d work till I’m raw
If I had an orchard
I’d work till I’m sore

And you would wait tables
And soon run the store

(por LewisLickitung)

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