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april lee - we've got a fear lyrics

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she’s the one who comes up to you first
“hi there, what’s your name?” is her outburst
she’s kind, genuine, unrehe-rs-d
she’s always half expecting the worst
she’s paranoia here to enjoy a
nice time and she’s trying to avoid a
friend who might stab her in the back
she’s never gonna be ready for that attack

you can find her in a nook with books
trying to escape, or so it looks
to a world of twelve point times new roman
where she can ward off all ill omens
she’s a twenty first century sorta girl
ready for anything, she’ll give it a whirl
and the real question she asks instead of falling asleep
the question is one that makes her weep

we’ve got a fear of being left behind
we’d hate to find no one really minds
deep down we know we’re the odd one out
we want to draw attention without having to shout

we’ve all got a fear of being lost
we need our people at our side, no matter the cost
we’ve all got a fear of growing up
fearing fear, we’ve got enough

she’s unafraid to call you out
but like her friends, she’s full of doubt
so she drowns that doubt in ironic laughter
but it doesn’t work, so it doesn’t matter
she’s got a dozen quirks, she’ll make it work
and a dozen jokes that’ll make her smirk
her life to her has zero perks
and is ridden with a dozen jerks

so she’ll lose herself in nature serene
she’ll mend with her friends, take one for the team
she won’t let herself go unseen
ripped jeans drama queen against the machine
she’s a twenty first century sorta girl
ready for anything, she’ll give it a whirl
but the real question she thinks about lying in bed
the question seems to have escaped her head

we’ve got a fear of being sad
losing friends, no longer wearing plaid
deep down we know we’re invisible
we want to be new, unpredictable

we’ve all got a fear of being lost
we need our people at our side, no matter the cost
we’ve all got a fear of growing up
fearing fear, we’ve got enough

he’s an angel dropped in the wrong body
and yes, he dresses a little shoddy
likes dark clothing, bad at joking
a loner, speaking, crying, quoting
these movies no one watches
he’s quiet, quite sad, and cautious
don’t ever tell him he’s not unique
or he’ll fall to pieces with a shriek

yes, he’s one of those boys
not wanting to be like most boys
wants to be alone, wants no noise
not poised, destroyed, not enough toys
he’s a twenty first century sorta guy
he can’t keep up, he’s barely getting by
and the real question he asks instead of falling asleep
the question is one that makes him weep

we’ve got a fear of ourselves
or is it a hate? we’re overwhelmed
deep down we know who we’re meant to be
it’s a matter of making everyone else see

we’ve all got a fear of being lost
we need our people at our side, no matter the cost
we’ve all got a fear of growing up
fearing fear, we’ve got enough

she’s outspoken and self reflective
quiet, call that self deceptive
blonde hair shedding, gently treading
on words towards an undeserved blessing
afraid of cats, she’s a diplomat
the main one, the sane one, the self-contained one
got the nicest laugh, not ch-r-ographed
not plain, not vain, she’s the daisy chain one
easily embarr-ssed but who isn’t?
life’s unfair, it doesn’t listen
but she’ll keep cool while her friends start shouting
she’ll keep it in when she starts doubting
she’s a twenty first century sorta girl
ready for anything, she’ll give it a whirl
but the real question she thinks about lying in bed
the question seems to have escaped her head

we’ve got a fear of what we’ve done
we like to brood over times when we could’ve won
deep down we wish we had another chance
and wish we could change our circ-mstances

we’ve all got a fear of being lost
we need our people at our side, no matter the cost
we’ve all got a fear of growing up
fearing fear, we’ve got enough

she’s your internet bye binary
friend dressed up in refinery
strumming a guitar of mine or she’s
reading ’cause she dined early
she’s propping open jane austen
or scrolling through the latest in
fan theories all from doctor who
or sherlock, harry potter, what have you

short hair down to her shoulders
asking society be bolder
and to match her wit with grit
hey, quit, admit you’re losing it
she’s a twenty first century sorta girl
ready for anything, she’ll give it a whirl
and the real question she asks instead of falling asleep
the question is one that makes her weep

we’ve got a fear of losing control
unable to move towards our goal
deep down we’re asking for too much
but we’re praying that maybe we’ve misjudged

we’ve all got a fear of being lost
we need our people at our side, no matter the cost
we’ve all got a fear of growing up
fearing fear, we’ve got enough

she’s the level headed one
the got the correct method one
smart eyes, on the right side
high waisted jeans pastel dyed
knows the right thing to say the right way
a half finished screenplay in her dna
she’ll see through her fear to see what it’s about
she’s gonna be the one to figure it out

- april lee lyrics

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