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Letra : Newton’s First
Just existing ain’t enough
So when it comes to my own birthday
I’ll forgo the bags of stuff
For a chance to prove I’ve earned them
Just a fork, a knife, and cup
So I can eat my words and swallow all my pride
And Newton’s first mistake
Was telling me that I could drop your heart
And it would never break
Like an apple from a tree
It might get bruised but it would take
Something greater than just gravity
To crack its little walls
And if you give me twenty bars
I’ll write a hit
But give me love and I’ll mishandle it
Newton’s second son
Made his home there in the shadow
Of the handsome older one
Made an outline for a life
He could be proud of when it’s done
Made his name but kept it strictly to himself
So when it comes to my own birthday
I’ll forgo the bags of stuff
For a chance to prove I’ve earned them
Just a fork, a knife, and cup
So I can eat my words and swallow all my pride
And Newton’s first mistake
Was telling me that I could drop your heart
And it would never break
Like an apple from a tree
It might get bruised but it would take
Something greater than just gravity
To crack its little walls
And if you give me twenty bars
I’ll write a hit
But give me love and I’ll mishandle it
Newton’s second son
Made his home there in the shadow
Of the handsome older one
Made an outline for a life
He could be proud of when it’s done
Made his name but kept it strictly to himself