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