Ordinary People by Chelsea Appel

I've been listening for a landmine
I've been scratching at a goldmine
You never really knew about the things I held so dear
In the beginning we had made our relations oh so clear
We were never apart it was a fashion thing
Held together by a lose can and a knotted string

Sent from above, heavens gates are really yours to entertain
Painted black by the things you never really knew you had
Seems for you it all just stays the same
As for me I only got myself to blame

When I connect the dots and tear the leaches off my back
All I see is ordinary people
So I can't blame you for the living you've done
You took the fire escape out when the water was gone

Sent from above, heavens gates are really yours to entertain
Painted black by the things you never really knew you had
You took the best of me and left the rest to rest
Said baby we don't change we all just rearrange

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