In the painted sun Has already found their root
they ve found home And I m tired of beating every drum For old friends that never come Went looking for them once
and found none I m so unwound And I know in my own way I m breaking down without screaming out loud I m facing up and reaching out In the end I ll come around so shut your mouth Cuz I can t stand or yell out
Tell everyone I m numb Here lies the former undisturbed A bit high and a candle burns It s goin all south
it s all gone A red face that hides in nervous hands Once a better friend than an enemy Will I make another run
or am I done Someday I ll line up everyone out there In a late day sun For one deep and final breath
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