And when I wake up in the morning To feel the daybreak on my face There's a blood that's flowin' Through the feeling, with a knife To open up the sky's veins Some things will never change They stand there looking backwards Half unconscious from the pain They may seem rearranged In the backwater swirling, there is Something that will never change And when I should of been gone a long time Laughs and says, I find ways Just when we're sheltered under paper The rockets come at us sideways Some things will never change They stand there looking backwards Half unconscious 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 flowin' Through the ceiling, with a knife To open up the sky's veins Some things will never change They stand there looking backwards Half unconscious from the pain They may seem rearranged In the backwater swirling, there is Something that'll never change Some things will never change They stand there looking backwards Half unconscious from the pain They may seem rearranged In the backwater swirling, there is Something that'll never change
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And when I wake up in the morning
To feel the daybreak on my face
There's a blood that's flowin'
Through the feeling, with a knife
To open up the sky's veins
Some things will never change
They stand there looking backwards
Half unconscious from the pain
They may seem rearranged
In the backwater swirling, there is
Something that will never change
And when I should of been gone a long time
Laughs and says, I find ways
Just when we're sheltered under paper
The rockets come at us sideways
Some things will never change
They stand there looking backwards
Half unconscious 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 flowin'
Through the ceiling, with a knife
To open up the sky's veins
Some things will never change
They stand there looking backwards
Half unconscious from the pain
They may seem rearranged
In the backwater swirling, there is
Something that'll never change
Some things will never change
They stand there looking backwards
Half unconscious from the pain
They may seem rearranged
In the backwater swirling, there is
Something that'll never change
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