The Critic On The Balcony

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  The Critic On The Balcony
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    He&#8217;s the critic on the balcony<br /> always seems to have advice for me<br /> I can&#8217;t hear my thoughts over that noise<br /> I can&#8217;t drown out that inner voice
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  Well I&#8217;m drowning in a sea of I shouldn&#8217;t haves<br /> I forgot three chords in the second half<br /> Done nothing right everything went wrong<br /> I forgot the third verse of the song
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  I should be singing for you I&#8217;m tryin&#8217; to silence him<br /> worrying about the tricky parts at the end<br /> Well I&#8217;m worrying about chords and fingerings<br /> Those same old doubts are still lingering
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  I&#8217;m not good enough I should have practiced more<br /> I&#8217;m up on stage but what am I here for<br /> Cheap knockoff songs and a cheap guitar<br /> Low budget clothes I&#8217;m a low budget star
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  There are better singers almost everywhere<br /> i&#8217;m sure there&#8217;re better pickers sittin&#8217; right out there<br /> When they gave out talent I was last in line<br /> they ran out of supplies just when it was my time
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    <br /> Chorus
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  But When I get to that place where everything&#8217;s flowing <br /> I dwell in a space that&#8217;s way beyond knowing<br /> I ignore his face and feel the glow in yours<br /> I let go of my fears and they fall to the floor
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  when you clap your hands and sing with me<br /> I feel like I’m a king and we&#8217;re all royalty<br /> The stage disappears and you&#8217;re not fans<br /> We&#8217;re all members of the world&#8217;s biggest band
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  It&#8217;s so easy to stomp on your own dreams<br /> So easy to pull yourself apart at the seams<br /> And that inner voice is their to shout you down<br /> To crush every little bit of joy that you&#8217;ve found
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  Now you may not sing and you may not play<br /> But there&#8217;s something that you love and do every day<br /> I&#8217;m sure he shows up there now and again<br /> Trust me when I say to hell with him
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    He&#8217;s the critic on the balcony<br /> Doesn’t have a thing to offer me<br /> I can&#8217;t hear his voice it&#8217;s all just noise<br /> He can&#8217;t drown out my inner joy
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  Download &#8220;<a href="http://www.pickabar.com/music/pickabar%20-%20the%20critic%20on%20the%20balcony%20rough.mp3">The Critc On The Balcony</a>&#8220;, and please be kind enough to ignore the vocal flubs I was too lazy to edit.
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