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Somebody's Lord (soundwall mix)

by Hugo Grayling and the Deserters

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The phone is on the table,
You're the only thing you're able to express
You wish you had a difference
But a difference might be different from a yes
And it's a universal goal to be believed
As if the universe could only hold belief
And yet we'll bark you up this tree
Until you've got to be somebody's lord

A hurt is like a travel
A vacation to a parasitic thought
You want to tell the story
But you can't remember anything you bought
And there's a stirring in the tree outside the window
Like the friends that you've left waiting there forever
But they don't expect you yet because you're
Out to be somebody's lord

You breathe this system every day
Type up clever things to say
As if you're worthless
As if you're nothing but your pain

You're supposed to be confounded
If the furniture around you isn't right
You're supposed to be embarrassed
At a planet you don't notice in the night
But the car could fall apart tomorrow morning
And they'll only give you this, their final warning
That they'll shut you off for good unless you've
come to be somebody's lord

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Ortega Fuerte Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania

Ortega Fuerte are a group of songwriters and multi-instrumentalists founded in 2003 by core member Hugo Grayling and often including the contributions of Air Anchor's Chris Rohlf.

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