Whisper

It's my arms that wrap you up nice
 It's my arms
 It's my arms baby
 Small rooms with record exec types
 Whisper away my future lately
 I'll introduce you
 To producers
 I'll write your songs and make them way damn shorter
 I'm so confused
 This industry has made me cold you'll find
 I trusted you to make me shine bright
 This is almost getting old
 Shock me with fear it's taking longer
 Blood sweat and years will make me way damn stronger
 It's my words that fail to give insight
 I blame you
 Blame me baby
 I'm so confused
 This industry has made me cold you'll find
 I trusted you to make me shine bright
 This is almost getting old
 It suits me just fine
 This is the package I'm sending
 These are the clothes that I'm wearing
 These are the words that I'm saying
 These are the notes they're playing
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 I'll introduce you to producers
 I'll write your songs and make them way damn shorter
 I'm so confused
 This industry has made me cold you'll find
 I trusted you to make me shine bright
 This is almost getting old
 And it suits me just fine