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♪ Be Somebody ♪

Be Somebody by THOUSAND FOOT KRUTCH from the album 'The End is Where We Begin' released in 2012

I'm just the boy inside the man, not exactly who you think I am.
Trying to trace my steps back here again so many time.
I'm just a speck inside your hand, you came and made me who I am.
I remember where it all began so clearly.

I feel a million miles away, still you connect me in your way.
And you create in me something I would've never seen.

When I could only see the flour, you made my window a door.
So when they say they don't believe, I hope that they see you in me.

After all the light go down, I'm just the words you are the sound.
A strange type of chemistry, how you've become a part me.
And when I sit alone at night, your thoughts burn through me like a fire.
You're the only one who knows who I really am.

We all wanna be somebody, we just need a taste of who we are.
We all wanna be somebody, we're willing to go but not that far.

And we're all see through, just like glass.
And we can all shatter just as fast.
That light's been burned out for a while, I still see it every time I pass.
It was lost in the corners of my mind.
Behind a box of reasons why.
I never doubted it was there, it just took me a little time to find and even when...

I feel a million miles away, still you connect me in your way.
And you create in me something I would've never seen.

When I could only see the floor, you my window a door.
So when they say don't believe, I hope that they see you in me.

After all the light go down, I'm just the words you are the sound.
A strange type of chemistry how you became a part of me.
And when I set alone at night, your thoughts burn through me like a fire.
You're the only one who knows who I really am.

We all wanna be somebody, we just need a taste of who we are.
We all wanna be somebody, we're willing to go but not that far.
We all wannabe somebody, we just need a taste of who we are.
We all wanna be somebody, we're willing to go but not that far.

I'm just the boy inside the man, not exactly who you think I am.
Trying to trace my steps back here again so many times.
I'm just a speck inside your hand you came and made me who I am.

When I could only see the floor, you made my window a door.
So when they say don't believe, I hope they see you in me.