The morning sun's about to break
I'm looking in as you create someone
As if you won't sleep again
You lift your head and brush your teeth and make your bed
You fix your hair and tie your shoes And every day desolves and there's no hope The glass is full, the glass is broke
And tuck your shirt and now you feel new
Of ever leaving this temporary life
Of ever leaving this temporary life That there's no beep before the dial tone
When you pick it up to see who called
Life, life, life, life
You may ask yourself: is there anyone so alone
Oh the rising sun brings little change
If there is, its probably your Mom
To this city with a stolen name And you're wondering who's bright idea
It was to pack your things and leave your friends and move Down here.
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