I walk the streets of Japan till I get lost
Cause it doesn’t remind me of anything
With a graveyard tan carrying a cross
Cause it doesn’t remind me of anything
I like studying faces in a parking lot
Cause it doesn’t remind me of anything
I like driving backwards in the fog
Cause it doesn’t remind me of anything

The things that I’ve loved the things that I’ve lost
The things I’ve held sacred that I’ve dropped
I won’t lie no more you can bet
I don’t want to learn what I’ll need to forget

I like gypsy moths and radio talk
Cause it doesn’t remind me of anything
I like gospel music and canned applause 
Cause it doesn’t remind me of anything
I like colorful clothing in the sun
Cause it doesn’t remind me of anything
I ilke hammering nails and speaking in tongues
Cause it doesn’t remind me of anything

The things that I’ve loved the things that I’ve lost
The things I’ve held sacred that I’ve dropped
I won’t lie no more you can bet
I don’t want to learn what I’ll need to forget

Bend and shape me
I love the way you are
Slow and sweetly
Like never before
Calm and sleeping 
We won’t stir up the past
So descretely 
We won’t look back

The things that I’ve loved the things that I’ve lost
The things I’ve held sacred that I’ve dropped
I won’t lie no more you can bet
I don’t want to learn what I’ll need to forget

I like throwing my voice and breaking guitars
Cause it doesn’t remind me of anything
I like playing in the sand what’s mine is ours
If it doesn’t remind me of anything

[

Current Mood

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hopeful

]

Princeton:
Purpose.
It’s that little flame
That lights a fire
Under your ass.
Ha!
Purpose.
It keeps you going strong
Like a car with a full
Tank of gas.

Everyone else has a purpose,
So what’s mine?

Oh look.
Here’s a penny.
It’s from the year I was born.

It’s a sign!

Ha! Ba ba ba ba doo doo doo doo doo.

I don’t know how I know,
But I’m gonna find my purpose.
I don’t know where I’m gonna look,
But I’m gonna find my purpose.

Gotta find out.
Don’t wanna wait.
Got to make sure that my life will be great.
Gotta find my purpose.
Before it’s too late.

Ensemble:
He’s gonna find his purpose.

Princeton:
Whoa ooh oh.

Princeton and Ensemble:
I’m [He’s] gonna find my [his] purpose.

Ensemble:
He’s gonna find his purpose.

Princeton:
Yeaaah yeah yea.

Princeton and Ensemble:
I’m [He’s] gonna find my [his] purpose.

Princeton:
Could be far.
Could be near.
Could take a week
A month
A year
At a job.
Or smoking grass.
Ha!
Maybe at a pottery class.
Could it be?
Yes it could.
Something’s coming.
Something good.

I’m gonna find my purpose.
Yeah.

i love finding songs that suit my mood

i hope i find my purpose

I've got another confession to make, I'm your fool
Everyone's got their chains to break, holdin' you
Were you born to resist or be abused
Is someone getting the best, the best, the best, the best of you
Is someone getting the best, the best, the best, the best of you

Are you gone and onto someone new
I needed somewhere to hang my head without your noose
You gave me something that I didn't have but had no use
I was too weak to give in, too strong to lose
My heart is under arrest again but I break loose
My head is giving me life or death but I can't choose
I swear I'll never give in, I refuse

Is someone getting the best, the best, the best, the best of you
Is someone getting the best, the best, the best, the best of you
Has someone taken your faith, it's real, the pain you feel
You trust, you must confess
Is someone getting the best, the best, the best, the best of you

Has someone taken your faith. it's real, the pain you feel
The life, the love, you die to heal
The hope that starts the broken hearts
You trust, you must confess

Is someone getting the best, the best, the best, the best of you
Is someone getting the best, the best, the best, the best of you
I've got another confession, my friend, I'm no fool
I'm getting tired of starting again somewhere new
Were you born to resist or be abused
I swear I'll never give in, I refuse

Is someone getting the best, the best, the best, the best of you
Is someone getting the best, the best, the best, the best of you
Has someone taken your faith
It's real, the pain you feel
You trust, you must confess
Is someone getting the best, the best, the best, the best of you

yes and it sucks