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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 a days, oh yeah |
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Oh, hand out faces that he sees time again ain't that familiar, ah |
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Oh, dark grin he can't help when he's happy looks insane, hey |
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Evenflow, thoughts arrive like butterflies |
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Oh, he don't know, so he chases them away, oh |
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Ah someday yeah, he'll begin his life again, yeah |
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Life again, life again |
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Kneelin', lookin' through the paper though he doesn't know to read, oh 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, yeah |
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Oh, ceilings few and far between all the legal halls of shame, hey |
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Evenflow, thoughts arrive like butterflies |
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Oh, he don't know, so he chases them away, oh |
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Ah someday yeah, he'll begin his life again, yeah |
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Oh, whisperin' hands gently lead him away |
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Him away, him away |
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Yeah |
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Woah, ah yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah [Incomprehensible] |
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Evenflow, thoughts arrive like butterflies, yeah |
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Oh, he don't know, so he chases them away, yeah |
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Ah someday yeah, he'll begin his life again, yeah |
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Oh, whisperin' hands gently lead him away |
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Him away, him away |
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Yeah |
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Woah, uh huh yeah, yeah yeah [Incomprehensible] |
