Thunder, flash and lightening is working on my back
The tables in the kitchen are tryinī to break my neck
All the late night memories are leaning in my shoes
My motherīs old grey leather gloves are singing loud the blues
I can taste whatīs in the sun
No time to waste īcause there is none
When I feel blue I see it shine
But still itīs true Iīm doinī fine
You canīt see me īcause now Iīm all free
Now you know Iīm through
And all thatīs not new
Sitting on a paperback īcause I donīt know what really cracks
Iīm tryinī to climb my pencil to get high
No one tells me what to do īcause no one knows what Iīve been through
You donīt know a thing but you can learn
Itīs time to touch the sky
My mind is free I fly
I can taste...
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