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The streets breathe my freedom, an out for all the work within I slept on the streets of New Orleans cause I needed to know who I was to my friends? I found the answer when I showed up in Birmingham I waited two days cause my "friend" had to get payed You believe it's a lie, the savior for my mistakes This moment my breathing is a wreck at any rate You believe it's a lie, the savior for my mistakes This moment my breathing is a wreck at any rate I will be true to the end I am me without my friends My pen will keep me warm at night When the scene closes it's doors and says goodbye The only good advice is take no one's advice Every new star is a black hole in the making The voice in your head doesn't scream for his own health He's telling you to find a new self to destroy You feed their egos when you fall into line Music isn't paint by numbers, it's a calling for life These words are my pain, my calling, and my happiness If you don't believe that then you're not listening Aus Songtexte Mania