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			freezin' rests his head on a pillow made of concrete again
feelin' maybe he'll see a little better set a days
 hand out faces that he sees time again ain't that familiar
 dark grin he can't help when he's happy looks insane
 
 even flow thoughts arrive like butterflies
 he don't know so he chases them away
 someday yet he'll begin his life again
 life again life again
 
 kneelin' looking through the paper though he doesn't know to read
 prayin' now to something that has never showed him anything
 feelin' understands the weather of the winters on its way
 ceilings few and far between all the legal halls of shame
 
 even flow thoughts arrive like butterflies
 he don't know so he chases them away
 someday yet he'll begin his life again
 whispering hands gently lead him away
 him away him away
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