The Only One

Please welcome to the Park Avenue CD stage, Manchester Orchestra

I am the only one that thinks I'm going crazy
And I don't know what to do
I am the only son of a pastor I know
Who does the things I do
But if it was you, then it'd be a different story
Yeah, if I was you, then it'd be a simpler story

I was amazed to the color and shapes that you drew
It's a paper cut for two
I am the only son of a bastard I know
That knows the bastard too
And if it was you, I don't think that it would matter
Yeah, if I was you, I don't think that this would matter

Oh, I bet you did what you did
When you did it to do it again
By the time you were done with it
Well, I bet you did what you did when you did
Just to tell every friend that you have that
The Lord did it
But the Lord did it

And I finally knew that I simply couldn't matter
She finally knew that she simply couldn't matter
And I guess that it's true you never knew
The passive power of the truth
So cut me loose
If I could write another phrase
We might be better off this way
But there's no use
Oh, there's no use
If I could write another phrase
But I haven't written nothing in days
'Cause there's no use
There's no use, oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh

And I finally knew you simply couldn't matter
You finally knew that you simply couldn't matter
I guess that it's true, you never knew
The passive power of the truth
So cut me loose
If I could write another phrase
We might be better off this way
There's no use
There's no use

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