And when I wake up in the morning
To feel the daybreak on my face
There’s a blood that’s flowing through the feeling
With a knife to open up the sky’s veins
Some things will never change
They just stand there looking backwards
Half-unconsious from the pain
They may seem rearranged
In the backwater swirling
There is something that’ll never change
And when I shoulda been gone a long time
It laughs, and says I find ways
Just when they’re sheltered under paper
The rockets come at us sideways
Some things will never change
They just stand there looking backwards
Half-unconsious from the pain
They may seem rearranged
In the backwater swirling
There is something that’ll never change
Hey, I’m blind
Good Fine
Roll the time
On whose dime
And when I wake up in the morning
To feel the daybreak on my face
There’s a blood that’s flowing through the feeling
With a knife to open up the sky’s veins
Some things will never change
They just stand there looking backwards
Half-unconsious from the pain
They may seem rearranged
In the backwater swirling
There is something that’ll never change
Some things will never change
They just stand there looking backwards
Half-unconsious from the pain
They may seem rearranged
In the backwater swirling
There is something that’ll never change
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