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Nothing Special Lyrics - Singles - Sryan

[Sryan] 

A one-trick pony in a one-horse town 

You're feeling lonely and the cable's down 

You feel like the only freak in this town 

What's wrong with you? 

 

What's wrong with me? 

We've got a life of scratching tickets 

at the local gas and stop 

So suck on another whippit and hear the brain cells pop 

 

[Chorus] 

You play guitar for perfect strangers 

You write some words they try to sell 

And then you sing these things in public 

Sometimes not very well 

 

You get paid to go to parties 

Drinking colors talking trash 

You get laid because you're arty 

And you wonder why it never lasts 

 

You play guitar for perfect strangers 

You write some words they try to sell 

And then you sing these things in public 

Sometimes not very well 

There is nothing special 

 

[Beat Break] 

 

[Sryan] 

So sure enough they want your picture 

And your deepest point of view 

Well you should know you ain't not that pretty 

And you haven't got a clue 

 

But how you love the adoration 

You believe you're in-house press 

And half the critics always hate you 

So you get horribly depressed 

 

[Chorus] 

You play guitar for perfect strangers 

You write some words they try to sell 

And then you sing these things in public 

Sometimes not very well 

 

You get paid to go to parties 

Drinking colors talking trash 

You get laid because you're arty 

And you wonder why it never lasts 

 

You play guitar for perfect strangers 

You write some words they try to sell 

And then you sing these things in public 

Sometimes not very well 

There is nothing special 

 

[Beat Break] 

 

You play guitar for perfect strangers 

You write some words they try to sell 

And then you sing these things in public 

Sometimes not very well 

There is nothing special 

 

You play guitar for perfect strangers 

You write some words they try to sell 

And then you sing these things in public 

Sometimes not very well 

There is nothing special