I remember when I could look away for a moment. We were young where shadows still remain. Now it's so hard to breathe. Tracing faint memories. Do you ever wish you could start again? Another story, somewhere else, further from the end. There is no such relief, only waiting to be. Tick tock tick tock. Someone tell me when we're gonna change. Look around there's no one left to blame. Wake up dreamer, wake up. Your time is running out, it's not too late. Is it wrong to always feel so out of place? When we're tied to every hand spinning on a face. Now it's so hard to leave treasures sunk in the sea. Tick tock tick tock. Someone tell me when we're gonna change. Look around there's no one left to blame. Wake up dreamer, wake up. Your time is running out, it's not too late.

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Am I a ghost or are you walking through my knowingly? I'm only asking so I can be all knowing on my own, and free of wondering what all of us could be. Am I alone, or are you searching for my face? Without a name, without a place to call my own. I'm fading into space, where I'll be lost before the day is gone. Bring me back before I'm gone. I've been standing right here all along. Bring me back before I've gone away.

Pretentious fraud guaranteed your love dear. Pompous at best, modest to the rest. Too many words coming out of your mouth friend let's wrap this up and we'll both be sane. This city is lit only half of the time by reflective eyes. Healthy respect for human condition. Unverified but my research shows. This city's lit have the time by reflective eyes. Bring the foot soldiers in, one at a time. Strewn buildings spread across a street. Scattered messages on the wall. Display our person unfiltered. Empty lungs trying to hold a tune they yell.

Hey give me reasons. You, give me reasons, sweet love. Yeah I know, we are living nowhere. La sangre del padre (father's blood). Ileno con un adios (filled with good-byes). Y abandono (and disappear). 'Cause never said you go, but now I know. You leave it all. And I still care. The way you're going down. Hey give me reasons. Hey, give me reasons, sweet love. Yeah I know, we are living nowhere. La sangre del padre (father's blood). Ileno con un adios (filled with good-byes). Y abandono (and disappear). 'Cause never said you go, but now I know. You leave it all. And I still care. The way you're going down. Quemalo (burn). Quemalo (burn). Quemalo (burn). Quemalo (burn). Quemalo (burn). Quemalo (burn). Y lo esperas (wait). Y lo esperas (wait). Hasta anochecer (till the night comes). Hasta anochecer (till the night comes). Y no lo ves (can't see). Y aun esperas (still waiting). Que algun dia todo desaparezca (everything will disappear). Ya no se que recuerdo (can't remember). Y no lo ves (can't see). Y aun esperas (still waiting). Que algun dia todo desaparezca (everything will disappear). Ya no se que recuerdo (can't remember).

Said I find it hard to get through to you. I've been tired of thinking what a man in my position supposed to do. I don't got time to waste on you. You used to think I did baby. But that was time that I made for you. You gotta get what you want. I gotta get what you need. You gotta get what you want. Sometimes, you're in love. But sometimes. Sometimes, you gotta get you need. Said I fight it hard these feelings for you. The only sign of my thinking is the drinking I've been doing about you. All this real life is killing me. Oh come on. Come on, be my fantasy. You gotta get what you want. I gotta get what you need. You gotta get what you want. Sometimes you're in love. But sometimes. Sometimes you gotta get you need

The city's under snow you gotta see it to believe it baby. I want you here to see it now. And we're still doing that travel to touch each other thing. Number the days and count them down. And I'm still looking for that good feeling. And I'm still looking for the things that we thought about. My apartment looks so different now you're gone. And last night I found myself kissing an old friend of mine. Oh my, what has happened to our life. Do you see what I see when you take a look at things. With this trip and the next we're getting to the finishing. Mmm I want it to end now. And I'm still looking for that good feeling. And I'm still looking for the things that we thought about. My apartment looks so different now you're gone. And last night I found myself kissing an old friend of mine. Oh my, what has happened to our life.

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I board the train tonight to run from the man that appends all these years on our lives to make us wise. I was convinced I was not innocent until tonight when the truth, with a flare, burnt the scales that were paired to my eyes and wrung them dry. Would someone please hit the pause button now that I'm here? Would someone please hit the pause button åcause I'm scared. And, no I don't want to grow up and take on a world that is so much bigger than I had ever known. I'm just a child. I killed a man tonight. It was my first time in battle for the country that asked me to fight, so I fight. I cannot shake from my brain what I saw in his eyes. In the moments I scoped out the shots that would finish his life my soul died. Would someone please hit the pause button now that I'm here? Would someone please hit the pause button cause I'm scared. And, no I don't want to grow up and take on a world that is so much bigger than I had ever known. I'm just a child. I'm just a kid and I don't want to grow up fast, I just want to keep my shades on. I'm just a kid. No I don't wanna grow up fast, I just want to keep my shades on. I'm just a kid and I don't want to drive your guns, but I believe saving freedom. I'm just a kid, but now I have to grow up fast, so let's hit play and save the children, our children, from this.

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I'm coming home, I'm coming home right now. I'm coming home, I'm coming home right now. Staring with your eyes at the world outside I guess. There nothing I can do so that. Nobody looks at me. I must be careful today I've left my armour at home. There must be a dark background to show up the colors. So good night day I'm not so pleased to have met you. It's strange how sad it can be sunlight in this afternoon, in this afternoon. You've never lived like me, plug in a dream. Where all the faces are masks. And only the trees are alive. And you can almost see the strings are pulling the puppets. So goodnight day, so goodnight day, so goodnight. I'm coming home, I'm coming home right now. I'm coming home, I'm coming home right now.

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Nothing to think, nothing to write, but the pen needs to move, so I let it. There is rarely a decent product spawned from such efforts, but who the fuck wants a product? Too many products and not enough money. No matter your circumstance, few appreciate what they have. Thus, the story of the bum, of the writer, of the musician, of the politician, of the millionaire, of the billionaire, nobody's satisfied. You can't just say, "get rid of it" though, cause the greed provides jobs. It keeps the status quo, but who the fuck wants a "status quo"? You've just got to deal with it; release the tension. Whether or not you want it, it will exist. Money, drugs, religion, murder; everybody's got to think that they have power, until they realize that power is nothing more than a word, and words are meaningless once we've found our graves, and worth less before. They're more fun to play with than to hide behind, so maybe this will bring me closer to greatness, but who the fuck wants greatness? If money is what dictates success, then I don't seek success, but if success is what you make of it, and everyone's making their own, then things are going as they should, but who the fuck wants that? You've got to live according to your own mind, regardless as to whether it agrees. But first you have to find your thoughts, and that takes time, but who the fuck has time? Truth is, time is all we have, but we're too busy giving it to careers, millionaires, billionaires, wars, taxes, gas, and all the other bullshit they say we don't need to worry about. It's for the best of society they say, but who the fuck wants society? When we finally catch up with their standards, there's something new to throw money at. Technology moves too fast. The human mind moves too fast. I don't. They see it as a problem, that I'm not up to par with their idea of style, but who the fuck wants style? Religion is the opiate of the common man, led down the path with blind faith, believing that some greater being is watching their back, protecting them from physical harm. But they still die. It's inevitable, and still, they hide behind faith, but who the fuck wants faith? Some of them react like some sort of alpha-male, running around with their diamond-studded guns. Hitler was one, Napoleon, too, Bush and 50-Cent. They all share that one common idea that contentment is brought through conquest, but who the fuck wants conquest? Yet it's carried to the streets, and these men become idols that spawn the continuation of thought. Passing ideas from one leader to the next, they say it creates structure, but who the fuck wants structure? We create it with our taxes. We paid the bill, but we're still in debt, and without a way out. So how do they fix it? Create more taxes, and raise the ones they already had. That's my money, motherfucker, but who the fuck wants money? Truth is, I could go on, the pen could continue to dance, but I'd run out of ink before I'd run out of disbelief and it would seem long-winded to continue my rant, so I'll leave you with one question: who the fuck's been listening?

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What was that screaming in the night? What was that screaming in the night? Well, your fingers bleed. And it's no surprise. That you don't seem to think. That you can get this write. Begging for something to change. But you just can't make those nightmares go away. But if you just believe. I would be happy to say. And when you figure out. How to shed your doubt. And finally swallow your pride. But where was the hope. You so desperately need. Struggling to be free. So you can finally breathe. When the weight of the world gets you down. You can seek comfort in the sound. Of the roster crow. Of the morning light. May it expose what darkness hides. Wake up my eyes. I want to see the beauty of the sunrise. Make me forget about the past. Make me not dread the trials that the future brings. Because I want to know. How far can you go. Without basic human needs.

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