Said all these people they won't leave me alone And we need, a little time to ourselves And half the reasons why I'm sketchin' all the time The result of a life in this hell But oh well, I think it's time My faith is falling like the leaves from a tree The pockets both take it away The sun warms my body as i'm Sittin' on a swing watching Columbus clouds bring in the rain Oh well I think it's time Its time to go My mind is playing tricks on me all the time To let you know that I am real And all the worries you build Up inside your soul The ones that make your world stand still Mean you can feel, that it's time to go.. Are you fed up, are you fed up with me? Do you think you could do better? Do you think that I know better? Do they think that they know better? Five fed up faces with the itch to kill a king Blood red sunshine, and a breath to air that's clean I drink from the faucet From the porch I take a pee I look at you through the bushes Where you can't see me I laugh and slip into another state of mind To let you know that I am real And all the worries you build up inside your soul The ones that make your world stand still Means you can feel, that it's time to go
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