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i jump outa bed and pull down the shade
i used to have such sweet dreams - now it's more like an air raid.
i see the opposition clear - i see them stare
i don't care - it doesn't matter to me - i never think about it
slip out of myself like a shadow and somersault thru walls
i can't tell, it's really so odd
is this spring or fall?
your wine is just sour grapes
pour me a glass anytime i'm not there
careful careful
i'm not bitter i just get so sore
i need that girl more and more
cuz when she whispers in my ear it gets so hard
it get's so hard to get out of bed
it's more than i can do.
if someone must work today, let it be you.
all this confusion hit me like a dare but i don't care. |