another back breaking day
tearing away at my skin
feeling soft and acting like i'm dull
nothing left but dreams and peace
halfway to sedated streets
somewhere i'm between
heaven and hell
right or left i turn around
next delay might come too soon
feel the ground from underneath my feet
pull the shade and hear the ring
loud and undeniable
stumble into another
lost and found
and it's a Boingo day
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