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And when I wake up in the morning |
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To feel the daybreak on my face |
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There's a blood that's flowing through the feeling |
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With a knife to open up the sky's veins |
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Some things will never change |
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You just stand there looking backwards half unconscious from the pain |
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It may seem rearranged |
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In the backwater swirling there is something that will never change |
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And when I should have been done a long time |
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Laughs and says I'll find ways |
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Just when we shelter under paper |
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The rockets come at us sideways |
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Some things will never change |
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You just stand there looking backwards half unconscious from the pain |
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It may seem rearranged |
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In the backwater swirling there is something that will never change |
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It may imply |
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Good vibes |
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Flow from time |
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Oh loosed on |
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And when I wake up in the morning |
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To feel the daybreak on my face |
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There's a blood that's flowing through the ceiling |
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With a knife to open up the sky's veins |
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Some things will never change |
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You just stand there looking backwards half unconscious from the pain |
|
It may seem rearranged |
|
In the backwater swirling there is something that will never change |
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Some things will never change |
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You just stand there looking backwards half unconscious from the pain |
|
It may seem rearranged |
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In the backwater swirling there is something that will never change |
