The sun in every room is turning
Into something of a prison home
And the only thing we know for certain
Is that don't nobody know
You think none of this is real, that's why you never try
To tear it down or build it up, it's the same
On another lonely evening
When you staying up counting all hands
In the morning it is so disturbing
That you just won't let it go
You think hurting gives you licence
To do anything at all
But you gotta take your medicine
To allow your hands to lose their grip and let it fall
It's a wonder anyone can breathe here
With the smoke too thick to cough
So we're falling as we run for cover
From the bombs we're setting on
You think hurting gives you licence
To do anything at all
But you gotta take your medicine
To allow your hands to lose their grip and let it fall
So we're watching another good day fit in
How we're gonna leave a hanged man hanging?
Cause one day you know it all is 'bout to give in
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