I woke up from eternal sleepin'
And these days I was so creepin'
I opened front door, my back door slam,
One res where am I and who I am?
Just from forever to the end
How can I my time to spend?
Is it a godforsaken land?
I've no minute to pretend.
Can I be with ya my admired
I've no chances to believin'
In lights of longing road
No one see me ride the boat.
I wake up at 6 a.m.
Still feel badly coz' I clem
Still an't conscious who I am
No lead way to emulate 'em.
no end no way
In Through the Out Door
© Copyright: Тим Рин, 2013
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