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Ain't Too Bright

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MiC-TOO-CLiCHE

Published: Nov 24, 2009

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If there's anything I've learned
It's that it's just so hard to please the world.

No one ever seems to be satisfied with what I gave them.

'Cause I don't know what I want
And I've been ending up with everything that's not.

If I don't know what I am looking for, how can I find it?

I ain't too bright.

Not in the slightest.

I've been searching for so long
To find no pot of gold at the end.

I guess it's just a dream, the happiness that's waiting to begin.

Why are the stars so far?
If I can see clear, why can't I reach them?

God didn't make me tall enough to reach the prize that's at the end.

I ain't too bright.

Not in the slightest.

Especially not when it's night.

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~electric owls "ain't too bright" album title made me think this.
-"put, the candle, back!" ahh, young frankenstein inspires great music XD
^^^don't ask.