Yak (Band)
Harbour The Feeling
Wide eyed
? skies
They're a joke

Pot called kettle
Kettle called black
I'm a joke

Well I'd sell my soul if I could
But I was told it ain't too good
Now I'm broke

So you better harbour the feeling
We're all ? inside
Spineless little smiles
It's a joke
All in all you knew there was
No consequence
For you

Working every hour that God sends
Until he shows up
Working every hour that God sends
He never shows up
Morals are wrong but the money's good
You know I'd do the same if I only could
Cause I'm broke
And I'm stone broke

So you better harbour the feeling
We're all ? inside
With our spineless little smiles
All in all you knew there was
No consequence
For me

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Harbour the feeling
Broke