| When I get home it’s late at night
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| I’m black and bloody from my life
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| I haven’t time to clean my hands
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| Cuts will only sting me through my dreams
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| It’s well past midnight as I lie
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| In a semi-conscious state
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| I dream of people fighting me
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| Without any reason I can see
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| In the morning I awake
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| My arms my legs my body aches
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| The sky outside is wet and grey
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| So begins another weary day
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| So begins another weary day
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| After eating I go out
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| People passing by me shout
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| I can’t stand this agony
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| Why don’t they talk to me?
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| In the park I have to rest
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| I lie down and I do my best
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| The rain is falling on my face
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| I wish I could sink without a trace
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| In the morning I awake
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| My arms my legs my body aches
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| The sky outside is wet and grey
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| So begins another weary day
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| So begins another weary day
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| In the park I have to rest
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| I lie down and I do my best
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| The rain is falling on my face
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| I wish I could sink without a trace
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| In the morning I awake
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| My arms my legs my body aches
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| The sky outside is wet and grey
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| So begins another weary day
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| So begins another weary day |