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Artist: Lagwagon download mp3
Title: Child Inside
Lyrics:
A clutter of confusion
Too little rectitude to hold
A moral absolute
Too much distinction to relate to them
Irresolutions we contemplate with no end
In this world of give and take
And what we refer to as maturity
From emotional need to technology
Has you, a cultured seed of your society,
Lacking ability to feel clemency
I'm surprized we still
Bleed into the abyss of despair
That's hiding the child
Compassion you would not dare
Admit to have experienced
Do you regret looking back?
A penitent confessing his sins
The child inside of me recalls a time of purity,
An outlook of release
You remember
Confident that you were able
A future laid out on your table
Running through memories
A child is free
The world restored you see
I see
The child inside of me
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Songs of Lagwagon:
A Feedback Of Truckstop Poetry
After You My Friend
Alien 8
Angry Days
Bad Moon Rising
Bad Scene
Beer Goggles
Black Eyes
Bombs Away
Bring On The Dancing Horses
Bro Dependent
Brodeo
Brown Eyed Girl
Burn That Bridge When We Get To It
Bury The Hatchet
Bye For Now
Change Despair
Child Inside
Choke
Coffee And Cigarettes
Confession
Defeat You
Demented Rumors
Dis'chords
Drive By
Eat Your Words
Everything Turns Grey
Failure
Foiled Again
Freedom Of Choice
Give It Back
Goin' South
Gun In Your Hand
Hurry Up And Wait
Island Of Shame
Jimmy Johnson
Kids Don't Like To Share
Know It All
Lag Wagon
Laymens Terms
Lazy
Leave The Light On
Losing Everyone
Love Story
Making Friends
Mama Said Knock One Out
May 16th
Messengers
Move The Car
Mr. Coffee
Name Dropping
Narrow Straits
No One Like You
No One
Noble End
Of Mind And Matter
One Thing To Live
Over The Hill
Owen Meaney
Parents Guide To Living
Raise A Family
Randal Gets Drunk
Razor Burn
Restrain
Ride The Snake
Rifle
Rust
Shaving Your Head
Sick
Sleep
Smile
Stockin' The Neighbors
Stop Whining
The Champ
The Kids Are All Wrong
To All My Friends
Today
Tragic Vision
Train
Twenty-Seven
Unfurnished
Violins
Want
Weak
Whipping Boy
Wind In Your Sail
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