BHere's another Sunday Dmimorning call
You hear your Bhead banging on the Dmidoor
BYou slip those shoes on and then Dmiout you crawl
Into a Bday that couldn't give you Dmimore
But what Dfor?
And In your Ghead, do you Dfeel
What you're Eminot supposed to Ami7feel
And you Gtake, what you Dwant
But you Fdon't get it for EmifreeD
You Gneed, more Dtime
Coz your Emithoughts and words won't Amilast forever Gmore
But I'm not Dsure
If it Cever works out Ami7right
But it's DOK
It's alright
When you're lonely and you start to hear
The little voices in your head at night
You will only sniff away the tears
So you can dance until the morning light
But at what price?
And In your head, do you feel
What you're not supposed to feel
And you take, what you want
But you can't get hope for free
You need, more time
Coz your thoughts and words won't last forever more
But I'm not sure
If itF ever ever Cever works out GrightD
If it Fever ever Cever works out GrightD
Coz it Fnever never Cnever works out rightG
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