Alternative acoustic rock

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Accolades

Fate gone and messed with the wrong man
Crushed a chestnut in her hand
From ash’s fall to sordid earth
Arose a forthright man
Whose feet can barely touch the floor
Who makes mud pies with bitter spit
He chews on truths we all ignore
And just as soon forget

I feel innocent
I feel innocent
I feel innocent
Like September 10th

He's a truth-telling comedy’s final act
Rolling over accolades
He feels the slightest sidewalk crack
With Charles Dickens pain
Tell us more of what you wish we could know
Since the crash of dovish youth
A thousand words can make up a lie and
One can tell the truth

But who’s listening when you
Sing your songs and raise
Up from your chair
And feels innocent
I feel innocent
I feel innocent
Like September 10th
I feel innocent
I feel innocent
I feel innocent
Like September 10th

c 2005 Sanford A. Mixon (BMI)