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"Built Different"

They call him Murphy, hands stained with steel,

Can hear a machine and tell you how it feels.

If it's broke, don't throw it in the dirt,

He sees tomorrow hiding under all the hurt.

Junkyard dreamer with a blueprint brain,

Finding little sparks in the middle of the rain.

One bolt, one wire, one impossible plan,

Building whole worlds with the tools in his hands.

He don't see scrap...

He sees another start.

Everybody else sees metal...

He sees a beating heart.

He's built different.

Fire in his eyes.

Still chasing dreams that most people criticize.

Falls down hard, stands back up quick.

That's the kind of soul that refuses to quit.

[ violin solo] female voice singing this. You will be the king of my heart forever till the end of time and what we have made will never be taken from us .

He'll take broken pieces,

Turn 'em into flight.

Searching for tomorrow

In the middle of the night.

If hope had a heartbeat,

It'd sound like this...

Built different...

Built from grit.

Sometimes life hits harder than a freight train,

Leaves him standing there carrying invisible pain.

Family on his mind, future in his sight,

Trying to find daylight through another long night.

He's got questions bigger than the room he's in,

Wondering how machines and minds begin.

He'll stare at a circuit like it's poetry,

Looking for patterns nobody else can see.

He's not afraid to dream too loud.

Not afraid to stand outside the crowd.

Some people collect trophies.

He collects ideas.

Some people count dollars.

He counts future years.

He'll tell you every failure left another scar,

But every scar became another map to where you are.

Built different.

Mind like a storm.

Finding new shapes in what others call the norm.

Every setback becomes another page.

Every lesson becomes another stage.

He keeps walking when the road disappears.

Keeps believing through the hardest years.

If you ask who Murphy is...

Don't measure him by where he's been.

Measure him by the things he still believes he can build.

Not every inventor starts in a laboratory.

Some begin in garages...

Some in junkyards...

Some with empty pockets...

But every legend starts the same way...

Someone looks at a pile everyone else gave up on...

...and says,

"I think I can make this live again."

Evil mono towns of cinematic drama

Faids .

[Female Vocal] I wont lie to you or play no games i'll be your ride or die I got your back like Bonnie and clide loving you is all I'll do I wont let the world talk shit bout you bec ik your going to give me back whatever I give u dont give up never give in hear my voice threw the rift of tine when I find you I'll never let go im not her I'll be a true to u ik who u become 🎶

[Violin Solo] strong war like melody..the future is coming hold on