| Freezin', rests his head on a pillow made of concrete, again
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| Oh, feelin' maybe he'll see a little better, set of days, ooh yeah
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| Oh, hand out, faces that he sees time again ain't that familiar, oh yeah
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| Oh, dark grin, he can't help, when he's happy looks insane, oh yeah
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| Even flow, thoughts arrive like butterflies
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| Oh, he don't know, so he chases them away
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| Someday yet, he'll begin his life again
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| Life again, life again...
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| Kneelin', looking through the paper though he doesn't know to read, ooh yeah
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| Oh, prayin', now to something that has never showed him anything
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| Oh, feelin', understands the weather of the winters on its way
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| Oh, ceilings, few and far between all the legal halls of shame, yeah
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| Even flow, thoughts arrive like butterflies
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| Oh, he don't know, so he chases them away
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| Someday yet, he'll begin his life again
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| Whispering hands, gently lead him away
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| Him away, him away...
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| Yeah!
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| Woo...ah yeah...fuck it up...
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| Even flow, thoughts arrive like butterflies
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| Oh, he don't know, so he chases them away
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| Someday yet, he'll begin his life again, yeah
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| Oh, whispering hands, gently lead him away
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| Him away, him away...
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| Yeah!
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| Woo...uh huh...yeah, yeah, mommy, mommy... |