| Sometimes, I sit and wait for the sun not to rise
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| That’s usually my best hope for a surprise
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| Sometimes, I run circles hoping to find something new
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| To see a new block of pavement
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| But, all that’s in my eyes is of a grey kind
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| But, life has got one hell of an upside
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| With my back flat against the wall
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| My feet are trunks never budging
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| And I’m praying for fucking hurricanes
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| Thank God, I’m so patient
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| I’ll just sit and wait at a standstill
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| Sometimes, I think I’ve got the perfect answer
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| I’m alive aren’t I?
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| I can paint that fucking picture so well
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| Too bad there’s not enough light to tell
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| I’m wearing my best suit and it looks like rain again
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| I’m in my best suit and it’s raining
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| But, life has got one hell of an upside
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| With my back flat against the wall
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| My feet are trunks never budging
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| And I’m praying for fucking hurricanes
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| Thank God, I’m so patient
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| I’ll just sit and wait at a standstill
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| How many times do I have to forget where the grounding for my grasp on things
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| went?
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| How many times do I have to get back to a time when things came out clear?
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| But, I’m moving up, but not moving on
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| Moving up, but I’m holding on
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| Move me, move me to the point where my feet can shake the ground |