Between the Buried and Me - Autodidact Lyrics

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Autodidact

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What Are The Lyrics For Autodidact By Between the Buried and Me?
(begin) The freethinking brain can finally travel. Take in the radio waves and stew up that imagination... I worry too much... boredom gets to me... pussy... yes they call me this... the masters of the ocean churn down in my mind... calling me only what I feel at times... I just want to be loved and liked by everyone... shining down on my every move... impossible thoughts... stay on this cruise... never go back, relaxation calms these metal nerves... need to just let go and become a giant... forcing the improvement of our musican system... one can't do such, especially with such a lack of confidence... maybe they see it... maybe they frown upon this face... time ... I keep drifting away... I look forward to these days physically, but mentally they can become very tiring... why worry... personal hapiness should be all that matters... (I feel this most of the time) days like today mordecai flies down on this ship and stares me in the eyes (every time, can't change) maybe I should just be this bedroom performer I keep hearing of... no pressure, no boundaries... only personal pleasing... coward... yes I call myself this... control... control me... sit back now... piss it all away.. loser losing lost... (scene)
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Who Wrote Autodidact By Between the Buried and Me?
Cartland Blake Richardson, Daniel Lanford Briggs, Paul Andrew Waggoner, Robert Dustin Waring, Thomas Giles Rogers Jr.
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