And when I wake up in the morning
To feel the daybreak on my face
With a knife to open up the sky's vein
There's a blood that's flowin' through the feeling Some things will never change
They just stand there looking backwards
Half unconscious from the pain
They may seem rearranged In the backwater swirling
And when I shoulda been gone for a long time
There is something that'll never change
Laughs and says I find ways
Just when we're sheltered under paper
The rockets come at us sideways Hey I'm blind
Good Fine
Roll the time
On whose dime
There's a blood thats flowin' thruogh the ceiling And when I wake up in the morning
To feel the daybreak off my face
With a knife to open the sky's vein.
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