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Will Clark - Let Me Create

Lyrics: Hello, I’m nobody special Just a voice in the wires tonight Been scribbling dreams since I was four years old Trying to get the words right I don’t know if it’s gold or garbage I don’t know if it’s brave or naive But every line I ever wrote Was just me trying to breathe I learned the chords, I learned the breaks I learned to bleed between the takes I never wanted a crown or fame I just wanted to create I’m not a machine, I’m not a brand I’m not chasing numbers or fans I’m just a soul with a song inside Trying to feel alive So if you don’t like the way I play Or the tools I use to stake my claim You don’t have to listen Just let me create I watched my poems learn how to sing Through other voices and borrowed tones It felt like magic, not theft to me Just my words finding bones I don’t know if it’s my delusion I don’t know if it’s wisdom or age Just a journal cracked open wide With my fingerprints on every page I wasn’t selling you a lie I wasn’t trying to fight I was just trying to survive Another night I’m not a machine, I’m not a brand I’m not chasing numbers or fans I’m just a soul with a song inside Trying to feel alive You draw your lines in sacred sand Decide who’s art and who’s damned You don’t have to love me Just let me create I've seen this movie before Different players, but the same scenes The new kid knocking at the door Watching other people's dreams They keep the gate, keep the score Argue what creation means While the new kid waits outside With no one to take his side And it makes me want to scream Cuts my soul right to the core 'Cause the new kid's all agleam With a dream to make much more But if it doesn't fit the scheme Then the work you must abhor Kill all the passion inside 'Til the want to make has died I don’t want a victory I don’t want a war I just want a place To leave my voice evermore I’m not a machine, I’m not a brand I’m not chasing numbers or fans I’m just a soul with a song inside Trying to feel alive If there’s room for rage and pride For broken words and lullabies There’s room for me And the way I create I’m not a machine, I’m not a brand I’m not chasing numbers or fans I’m just a soul with a song inside Trying to feel alive You draw your lines in sacred sand Decide who’s art and who’s damned You don’t have to love me Just let me create You don’t have to listen Just let me create