I wasn't higher than I was supposed to be but the walls froze through and the

shatter I'm partially peaceful sitting in an empty room

while the lights outside never matter

there's a bit of hill on the other side. Smokey's shaded space in a double wide.

Oh, we can come to the middle, let it all place through.

Oh, we can come to the middle.

Let it all place through.

Oh, okay. I'm a pretender

sloppy in the morning sun

and all the lies I have made me wonder

and I had a bottle

filled it with the only one

that could turn my night's end of thunder.

How I wish it could be another way.

And I wouldn't stumble and go away.

Yeah, it makes you cry just a little.

Doesn't send it good.

I cannot see. Oh, I am shaping a madness in a zero mirrored plane while the world spins around faster than ever. They say it's burning.

All the things you need to say it.

You better get them out while you live

But morning never cuts like I wanted to

There's a can't you There's a can in which you mean you

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