Find myself singing the same songs Everyday Ones that make me feel good When things behind the smiles ain't ok
Around and over and in-between the seas I need to be on top of a mountain Where I can see everything Cause this paranoia's getting old
Now as I open my eyes to start Another day I'm in a pile of puke Empty bad of excuses My love for friends and family You know I need them
And under a sun that's seen it all before My feet are so cold And I can't believe that I have to Bang my Head against this wall again But the blows they have just a Little more Space in-between them
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