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Nobody really knows my name

I used to live to make that change

I wanted you to know my face

Explaining to you all of my mistakes

I needed you to watch me age

Asking you to build a stage for my ego

Now I’m in a magazine

At the bottom of page sixteen and a half

The numbers show me improvement

Do people still listen to Movement?

oh

I’m laughing as I look at the ground

There’s nobody left around but Michael (Rogers)

I don’t wanna move my feet

I’d rather not have to compete, oh

My reasons are selfish, sure

Wrapped in excuse and impure guideline

I should’ve put the family first

Nobody ever thirst, nobody’s bellies have burst

What do I know?

What do I know?

What do I know?

What do I know now?

Just a couple presidents more

I’m to report yeah

If only I had some peace of mind

Now what colored liquid could ever be so kind?

Just a resident here

Just another panic that I’ll face in the new year

Honestly it feels like I’m late

Always struggling to propagate, well

You should come see where I work

Everything feels like an abbey ruin

The fact that I can say that out loud

Means I should come down from the clouds

At some point

What do I know?

What do I know?

What do I know?

What do I know now?

What do I know?

What do I know?

What do I know?

What do I know now?