| Song | Justify Me |
| Artist | Ben Kweller |
| Album | Go Fly A Kite |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Everywhere you go you never know if you’re coming back | |
| But I don’t care | |
| I’m everywhere no place to come back to | |
| Up and down you walk the hallways | |
| Silver face with hands is always “ | |
| Tick-Tock” on your back, chasin’ you | |
| Justify me | |
| I’m down on my knees | |
| Please, please, please let it go | |
| Oh, it’s so hard | |
| Everyone I’ve been is wonderin’ where | |
| I’ve beenAnd askin’ why | |
| I didn’t write when | |
| I was in jail | |
| It’s hard to be yourself when everyone is someone else | |
| And everything is somethin’ else and it’s bound to fail | |
| Justify me | |
| I’m down on my knees | |
| Please, please, please let it go | |
| Oh, it’s so hard | |
| Starry skied countryside, magnetic feet on the city street | |
| Oh, it’s so hard | |
| Oh, it’s so hard | |
| Ask yourself, “ | |
| Who am I?” | |
| Even angels cry sometimes to sanctify | |
| Oh, it’s so hard | |
| Justify me | |
| I’m down on my knees | |
| Please, please, please let it go | |
| Please, please, please let it go | |
| Please, please, please let it go | |
| Oh, it’s so hard |
| Everywhere you go you never know if you' re coming back | |
| But I don' t care | |
| I' m everywhere no place to come back to | |
| Up and down you walk the hallways | |
| Silver face with hands is always " | |
| TickTock" on your back, chasin' you | |
| Justify me | |
| I' m down on my knees | |
| Please, please, please let it go | |
| Oh, it' s so hard | |
| Everyone I' ve been is wonderin' where | |
| I' ve beenAnd askin' why | |
| I didn' t write when | |
| I was in jail | |
| It' s hard to be yourself when everyone is someone else | |
| And everything is somethin' else and it' s bound to fail | |
| Justify me | |
| I' m down on my knees | |
| Please, please, please let it go | |
| Oh, it' s so hard | |
| Starry skied countryside, magnetic feet on the city street | |
| Oh, it' s so hard | |
| Oh, it' s so hard | |
| Ask yourself, " | |
| Who am I?" | |
| Even angels cry sometimes to sanctify | |
| Oh, it' s so hard | |
| Justify me | |
| I' m down on my knees | |
| Please, please, please let it go | |
| Please, please, please let it go | |
| Please, please, please let it go | |
| Oh, it' s so hard |
| Everywhere you go you never know if you' re coming back | |
| But I don' t care | |
| I' m everywhere no place to come back to | |
| Up and down you walk the hallways | |
| Silver face with hands is always " | |
| TickTock" on your back, chasin' you | |
| Justify me | |
| I' m down on my knees | |
| Please, please, please let it go | |
| Oh, it' s so hard | |
| Everyone I' ve been is wonderin' where | |
| I' ve beenAnd askin' why | |
| I didn' t write when | |
| I was in jail | |
| It' s hard to be yourself when everyone is someone else | |
| And everything is somethin' else and it' s bound to fail | |
| Justify me | |
| I' m down on my knees | |
| Please, please, please let it go | |
| Oh, it' s so hard | |
| Starry skied countryside, magnetic feet on the city street | |
| Oh, it' s so hard | |
| Oh, it' s so hard | |
| Ask yourself, " | |
| Who am I?" | |
| Even angels cry sometimes to sanctify | |
| Oh, it' s so hard | |
| Justify me | |
| I' m down on my knees | |
| Please, please, please let it go | |
| Please, please, please let it go | |
| Please, please, please let it go | |
| Oh, it' s so hard |