I'm all washed up at twenty and it's all my
Blind men saw what no-one ever saw before
Someone with nothing
The drink is gonna kill us
And the houses we go
I've seen broken people smile, they're lying
You can't buy us
Are you tired and are pushed to the side?
Are you
Lately in the hospitals
The halfway homes and choking jails
There's people
Everything is out and it's perfect
Perfect best tonight
The black sky
Everything is at its perfect, perfect best tonight
The black sky
I am burning in a smoke-choked house but
Tonight is empty
So my throat is in bits
And my lungs are real
Last night I had a dream, I dreamt I died,
The
I've got no good in me for anybody
I've been ruined
Nehemiah, last survivor in this cynical world
Sparks come from anywhere,
I lived my life between the cracks
I carry sadness on
The signs above my head are clear to all
An
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